smooth move, dad
when i was home for thanksgiving break, my parents had scheduled to have a family portrait done for our church directory. mom and dad and i got all gussied up and headed over to the church, where my sister was going to meet us. the appointment went off exactly how one would expect, uneasy conversation with a church family i haven’t been a part of for years and trying to stomach the world’s most stereotypical photographer and his cheeseball jokes. then on to meet with his bimbo of an assistant and pick out which portrait we liked. all in all, pretty mundane and uneventful.
my sister left to go to work, and mom and dad and i piled in the truck to go home. it was beautiful, a red and white powerstroke diesel f-250 with mom in between dad and i and a g.w. sticker in the window. as we were pulling out of the parking lot of the church, the first thing my mom said was something about how my sister didn’t have to wear such a low cut blouse. again, not entirely unexpected and frankly par for the course. but i’ll never forget what happened next. my dad said “you know honey, i don’t really think it was all that bad.” he had mom’s attention. he continued, “you know, these days people just dress differently. honestly i think it’s a shame to see a pretty girl whose built really nice wearing a turtle neck sweater or something.” about that time, i looked over at my father (pictured top right), whom i love dearly. i swear to christmas i saw his window begin to form frost, and it was at that point i realized it was from the icy stare dealt by my mother. he slowly turned his head around toward me and saw every ounce of hope drain from his eyes as they landed on that fateful item: my mother’s turtle neck sweater.
thanks mom and dad, for never steering me wrong and always giving me something to laugh about. i love you guys.