A couple of weeks ago I met my dad at a park to take pictures of him for a project of his.
Sometimes I have the most random memories of my dad. The other day I remembered the Saturday & Sunday lunches he would make. Macaroni and cheese with extra milk to make it very soupy and lots of black pepper. Ramen with extra water and buttered white bread. The memory was heaven sent though, those two things are really the only food I can eat when I feel horrible! I remember it drove my mom nuts when he would make the mac and cheese that way. It drives my husband nuts too, oh but it is the best like that!
Most importantly though I do know that I ever needed something my dad would come running and not ask a single question. That is a very good thing to have in a dad indeed.