“There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.” – John Gregory Brown
I have always been incredibly close to my dad, and I love so much that I can say- my dad has always been there for me. I have never doubted how much he loves me, and if I’m ever in need of a reminder, he knows exactly what to say. He will forever be the funniest person I’ve ever known and it doesn’t matter what I might be going through, he always knows how to make me laugh. He has always made me feel special, always. And these are all things that have remained constant my entire life. My dad is a man of God and a friend of Jesus, and I can’t tell you the thankfulness I feel in typing that. Tears, I tell you.
He and I have always shared “inside jokes” – since I was super young. We’d get going on these little funny kicks, phrases, songs, jokes, stories, looks, mannerisms… and no one else was allowed in on them. (Or, at least, that’s always how he made it seem.) I love that I can look at my dad in a crowded room, he can give me one look, and we both burst out laughing because we are both thinking the same thing. I love that at every family get-together, we somehow find ourselves sitting next to each other. I love that even at 30 years old, I still feel like his little Emmy Pemmy… his little girl. His words to me, whether they’re funny or comforting or silly or sweet, the constant words of advice – I’ve collected them all of these years, keeping them ever so close.
Singing silly songs with him is a favorite memory of mine. Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah, You Are My Sunshine, and the list goes on. There is one, though, that is extra special to me.
Bye, baby bunting
Daddy’s gone a hunting
To get a little rabbit skin
To wrap his baby bunting in
It’s actually super weird that it was this song we always sang together, considering we’re a family totally against hunting, haha. But, this was a special song to me, and one that only he and I could sing together. (It’s true. If my mom tried to sing this with me, I would say- “No! Daddy song!” — sorry, mom. ha!) Of course in true Emily fashion, I would always mess up the lyrics and, always with an emphasis on the last verse, my version became:
By baby bunting
Daddy gonna hunting
To wrap his baby in.
Clearly I had no idea what this song was really about (and how appropriate that my version removed the part about a rabbit getting murdered) but I felt so much comfort and love singing this with him, especially while singing the last verse – to wrap his baby in – as my dad would wrap his arms around me or come up really close to my face to touch his nose to mine.
Thanks for wrapping me in true love for all of my years, dad. Happy Father’s Day!
Wishing you all a very happy Sunday! 😉
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