These are the eyeglasses my father wore through much of the 1970's.
The plastic is splitting and faded.
My mother gave them to me about 20 years ago.
They sit on a shelf in my living room.
They are the spectacles through which my father watched me grow.
He watched every softball game through them.
Saw me perform years of pom pon and cheerleading routines.
Played games with me while wearing them.
Told me I looked pretty through these same glasses.
He was always looking at me through them
because my Dad was always there.
Always.
At everything.
Cheering.
Encouraging.
Loving.
He wasn't wearing them by the time my daughter was born.
No, he wore new glasses when he played barbies with her.
While he built snowmen with her
and held her hand when they went for long walks.
When he told her she looked pretty.
New glasses, same man.
He still wears glasses, this man who was always there
and luckily for me, still is.
My Dad.
Wishing you all a lovely Father's Day Weekend.
