Happy Father's Day. This WAS the holiday of neck ties and coffee mugs...but NOW? Cupcakes have become the gift of choice...at least in Las Vegas.
I made most of the cupcakes yesterday just for DAD. Of course the only picture I got was this Retro with "dad" on it instead of the three loops...and they sold more than any year we've been open. Dad is finally getting the sweet treats he deserves!
My father lives in Oregon. I see him lately only once a year, and I am realizing lately that that just isn't good enough...especially since my children are growing at such a rapid rate that they are completely different people every time he sees them. The problem is I don't know HOW to get him to see them more...he works...I work...they have school. You all know the drill. SO time goes on....and suddenly another year passes and we get a few days (or sometimes just hours) together, and I guess that's just how it is going to be. This is a consequence of choosing to leave the nest of your home town.
I decided to leave my little town of McMinnville, Oregon, and go to college in the same kind of little town one hour away in 1994, and once I finished college, off I went to San Diego....to follow my older brother. The thing is we were both from such a small town that all we DID was talk about leaving. The idea of growing old there never even occurred to either of us. It was always, "When we get outta here..." So we both left. Him first, then me.
Then I left San Diego after meeting and marrying Brian...then Arizona...then back to San Diego...then we finally dropped anchor in VEGAS. All that time I had my babies and my dad visited as much as he could simply because the kids weren't in school and I wasn't working....and Brian had actual vacations and two-day weekends. But then came the BAKERY...and here we are...
I miss my dad. I miss his old, green truck and his house on one acre of farm land with a view of Mt. Hood in the distance. I miss the sound of him at the bbq turning his famous chicken making sure each piece was cooked to perfection. I miss the early morning walks on the beach searching for shells and agates. I miss the road trips. I miss the baseball games. I miss the fishing derbies. I miss hearing him call me "Kar."
I love my dad. I love all that he's taught me about working hard and staying true to your friends. I so wish I could live in a place where he is too...but that just isn't going to happen. So, I keep the memories of our rare visits close and make sure my kids hear all the things he used to tell me growing up...so he is HERE, but just in my heart...until he has another weekend in Vegas.
NOW...let's see what kind of cakes Abbi and Lucy's DAD worked on this week!
Rubix Cube birthday cake:
Mario Bros.-inspired Groom's Cake (that's why it says, "GAME OVER"):
*customer provided the toy on top*
Tie-dyed fondant PEACE cupcakes:
4-tier, fondant-covered Monogram wedding cake:
On this Father's Day, I want my dad to know that whether he is able to visit or not, he is HERE in my character and actions. And, I constantly try to teach my kids the small town values he made sure that I didn't forget.
I love you, Pop.