A Different Father’s Day
This is a tough father's day for me. For the first time in what seems like forever my Dad wasn't here on Father's Day. He and my mom are in Cincinnati.
This is where he's moving. It's for a perfectly good reason, but it's still hard.
You probably don't know my parents, but they are incredible. I mean that literally. They are the two smartest people I know. Honestly, I don't know how I missed out on the genius gene. My Dad is brilliant. He's won a Pulitzer Prize for his article at the Dallas Morning News. He's written countless stories that have inspired others, changed laws, and made an impact. He is a professor who is working to finish his book and was just granted an award that will help him do it. But he will be in Cincinnati finishing the book and teaching there. My Mom will stay in Dallas. Because, just like my Dad, she's also very successful. She is smart and street smart. She single handedly ran a study abroad program in London for students; she's written for magazines like Women's Wear Daily and Dallas Child. Well now, she is being commissioned to write a book here, in Dallas. So they have to live separately, at least for a while.
My parents are my second favorite love story (right behind mine, of course). This is them in New Orleans way before I was born. They lived three blocks away from each other and never dated. They reconnected in college even though they went to different schools. They wrote letters back and forth. Both being incredible writers; they fell in love through their letters.
I'm close to my parents. I've always lived in Dallas. I didn't go away for school. I didn't move when I got married. It's always been a 15 minute drive. And I'm horrible with change. I just can't stand it.
It's hard for me to be away from my Dad, but it will be even harder for my mom. I know he's there to do great things, and I couldn't be more proud of him. But I will miss him. He just better finish that book. Dad, this is a warning!