What's the Frequency, Kenneth?

Daddy, this post is for you. The thing is, you'll never read it … unless I print it out for you. You could care less about a blog; heck, it's probably safe to say that you don't even know what a blog really is. (And I know you're going to shake your head when I explain it to you and that I now have one.) You don't fool with computers — they're just not your thing. I mean, you don't even have a cell phone (which annoys all of us by the way). But the truth is, your dislike for technology — iPods, the Internet, texting (or as you call it, "testing") — is one of the many qualities I admire about you. There, I said it.

In all seriousness, Daddy, I appreciate you. I admire your love for a simple life. You don't worry about having this or having that. You have always just wanted to be happy and content in life, and I know that's what you want for us too. As a kid, I didn't pay a lot of attention to just how much you sacrificed or gave up for us. I didn't stop and think about your 10- to 12-hour shifts in the evenings and your all-day work on the farm. I didn't realize why you pushed us so hard to love God, to serve Him, and to be obedient to Him. And I simply hated digging potatoes, fixing fence, and cutting wood. I didn't even feel sorry for you because you drove some piece of crap truck — one that came from some run-down car lot.

But, today, as I am growing up (finally), I do see it. I see that you are what every man should strive to be — a servant of God, a faithful husband, a devoted father, and a loving grandfather. You have always put everyone ahead of yourself, and though you pretend to want us all to feel sorry for you, I know you wouldn't have it any other way. So for that, Daddy, I thank you. Thank you for your humor and silliness. Thank you for all of the whippings and talking-tos.  Thank you for hard work and dedication. Thank you for all always being there. And thank you for your love. Maybe one day, I will be half the man you are.

Happy Father's Day,

Lon