One of my all time favorite memories with my dad was when I was 5 years old and he took me out for a special Daddy and Daughter date. I wore my favorite blue dress, fake white rabbit fur jacket, white tights and patent leather shoes. I felt so proud holding my Daddy’s hand as we crossed the busy Milwaukee street on our way to dinner at McDonalds. My dad was finishing up his Residency, moonlighting and working like crazy; but he made the time to take his only girl out to Mickey D’s and the circus.
My dad’s well manicured hands perform the most intricate inner ear surgeries day in and day out; and yet, no matter what, he is always there to lend them to me. My daddy’s hands have done so much for me in my life. From tucking me under the covers, to playing my favorite James Taylor song on the piano, to decorating elaborate cakes for my birthdays, to oaring me down the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon, to applauding me at every milestone of my life. I will never forget squeezing my daddy’s hand so hard as he walked me down the aisle to give me over to the man of my dreams on my wedding day.
My dad has always made the time for us kids and grandkids. As I write this, I am sitting here in Puglia, Italy where I’ve traveled to lead my 5th Escape to Shape retreat. The last Escape I taught on prior to this one, my mom and dad came along. They traveled all the way from Pocatello, Idaho to St. Petersburg, Russia to join me. My dad is not a Yogi by any means; but he still tried my classes (with a few curse words here and there!) to support me and be there for me. In Yoga we always say the hands are a direct extension of the heart. Happy Father’s Day daddy “My heart to yours” (imagine our Sunshine Kid’s gestures), I love you so much.