He fits right in. The flip-flops make the outfit, dontcha think? And in his whacked out brain, somehow this was ok. My poor mom. She looks mortified. Then, let us not forget that he disappeared sometime in the night without saying goodbye to anyone and I was left missing a somewhat important person for the Father/Daughter dance. Nice. Good thing my mom is awesome and we ended up doing a Mother/Daughter dance which was better anyways.
My sister, who is much more straightforward than I, asked my dad once what made him act the way he did. His answer: "All I remember about that day was having a killer headache." Her answer: "Nice Dad. Way to go at your daughter's only wedding." Some days, I have to applaud my sister.
Last time I saw my dad (probably about 9 months ago), his first words were "Geez Kate, you've put on weight." Thanks. That's what I want to hear. Especially since I don't worry about that every day and I love to have it pointed out by my dad. (The time previous to this, we had told my dad we were pregnant (actually, my mom had told him) I smiled uncomfortably. His response "...." and a chuckle. That's it.) So, ya know, he could have said "I'm sorry for your loss" or "are you doing ok?" or anything. But instead he chose "Geez Kate, you've put on weight." Yeah, thanks for showing the love. Asshole.
So, Happy Father's Day to all those great dads out there. I know a lot of you. And to all of you who have great dads, be sure to take time to appreciate them today. Hopefully next year, Mike and I will have our own baby to celebrate with. Mike will be such a good dad and it hurts that he hasn't been given the chance to show that yet. So, here's to next year.