Father’s Day find

Maybe I wrote it, but I forgot to schedule it. Nope.

So I searched my own blog, in posts and drafts, for the word Father’s Day, and I come across a draft with only this picture from 2010. As far as I know, I never used the picture before, and in fact, don’t specifically remember it.

It is a “find.”

I DO remember that dress, though. She wore it the year before, when we went down to Charlotte, NC, to attend in the high school graduation of my niece Alexandria, a trip I remember quite well. She and I flew from Albany to Charlotte, via JFK, both ways. That was the first time she had ever been in an airplane.

She wore that dress on that Sunday, when we went to church not once, but twice. And then we spent FOUR HOURS in a Wal-Mart (ack!), supposedly to wait to get our pictures taken professionally, but the photographer never showed up. I took her to the MEN’S room. (Horrors – I’m glad HB2 wasn’t in effect! And I am not kidding.)

This picture appears to have been taken at home in front of our non-working fireplace, almost certainly by my spouse, the child’s mom.

I’m reminded about how my wife, secretly, wondered whether I was ready for parenthood. After all, I’d been an adult non-parent for over three decades. Heck, how do I know?

Maybe some guys sit around daydreaming, “I wanna be a dad.” I figure I’d rise to the occasion. And I think I did OK, given the fact that I didn’t – and don’t – know what I’m doing, just making it up as I go along.