Reason number eleventy jillion why my dad is awesome:
All of my stepfamily on one side had a Father’s Day get-together out in the very beautiful (and Bible belty) Fraser Valley today, and the three youngest boys (19, 12 and 10) took on my dad (whom they call “Pops”) and the 19 year-old’s dad in goal in an impromptu game of driveway hockey, which you will notice Pops played entirely in a very stylin’ pair of open-toed mandals. What you will probably not be able to see is that it is raining, and it absolutely began to piss down, and yet they all kept playing for about half an hour, stopping only to don some light rain gear. At one point all the rest of the family was at the window cheering them on, watching them all getting soaked, but having so much fun.
Pops played hockey as a kid growing up in Ottawa, in college and even for a while when we were little, but said it’s been at least 30 years since he’s played like that. He just turned 65 at the beginning of June.
And now that I’m home, I have a paper plate full of leftover cake and pie… apple and strawberry rhubarb.
Patchwork quilt though it is, I have a pretty amazing family, and it’s always a joy to see them in action. Hope everybody else got a little of that feeling somehow today, too.
