Jessica Moe

I have to admit, I had an impulse to feel sorry for myself today. The truth is, though–as long as I am a daughter I can have a father and I can take some time on this Sunday to think of my dad and acknowledge him in a small way. So here it is.

Dad,

It seems like only yesterday that we were sitting on the floor in the living room, I would bring you that blue sketchbook, the one with Pluto on the cover. Inside of it you would sketch pictures from my storybooks. I don’t know where that book is now, I only wish I did…but I just want to say that every time you created a picture for me I felt as though you were creating a bit of magic. You were taking something that belonged in books or movies and putting them in my own special book, created just for me…so, thank you.

I remember lwhen we went to KB Toys…Josh had the chicken pox, and I had been “exposed”. We went down the aisle with the Nintendo games and you pulled a few of those slips from the plastic pockets for some games….We went to the stand and gave the guy the slips. I tried to explain to you that you couldn’t buy the games without the system…I told the guy that I didn’t understand why you were buying the games because we didn’t have a Nintendo…I was concerned. I was also 6. In any case, that was a huge surprise when I found out we were actually getting the Nintendo. We had so much fun, the three of us playing it. When we eventually
upgraded to the Super Nintendo nobody could beat me at Dr. Mario–you sure tried, though.

Well, those are just two memories…I have a million more…So, for these two and all the rest, I want to say thank you. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you…

Love,

Sis