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One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
My father loved people, children and pets.
My father was the most rational and the most dispassionate of men.
I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.
I wanted to be a forest ranger or a coal man. At a very early age, I knew I didn’t want to do what my dad did, which was work in an office.
I was raised by free-spirited people, though my father gave me a very strong work ethic.
Feels good to try, but playing a father, I’m getting a little older. I see now that I’m taking it more serious and I do want that lifestyle.
I’m more comfortable with whatever’s wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn’t measure up to the standard he set.
I wasn’t anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.
Watching your husband become a father is really sexy and wonderful.