If you tuned into WoodyBoater yesterday, you were all part of my incredible Fathers Day gift. My family had worked together to hack into Woody Boater and write a story about me. WTH? I have always been embarrassed by such things. As I child, I used to cry at Happy Birthday singing. I still don’t like my birthdays because of the focus on me. Seems rather odd coming from a guy that puts himself out there here and other places.
Here is how yesterday happened. Turns out my future daughter in law Kelsey had the idea. And of course they all jumped in. My son Hank in Germany has the keys to the kingdom of Woodyboaterville and took over with the entire family going back and forth via email and text messages. ALL BEHIND MY BACK!When I woke up, I did the usual cup of coffee, and sat down and wondered how I may approach Fathers Day. After all we have had many together and I like to change it up. I opened up Woody Boater to search all the other Fathers Days and BAM, the header. Which totally confused me. It was written to me? WHAT? And that is how it went down.
I was and am moved. Beyond words. I felt loved and appreciated as a father for the day. And that is truly what the day is all about! That and boat rides. Which I did all day long! What a day. Thank you all for the icing on the gift, your wonderful comments from our little family of Woody Boaters! I had frozen Strawberries for desert! Obscure? Yes! Enjoy!