One of my favorite memories of my dad is just a average Sunday in the summertime. Sunday because that was the only day my dad ever took off work and average because that meant he cut the lawn.
When dad cut the lawn my sisters and I would follow behind him as he hauled the grass clippings to the empty lot down the street. We were always excited skipping behind him because we knew after he dumped the grass he would let us all three climb in the big blue wheelbarrow and he would give us a ride all the way home.
After all these years I can still remember the smell of the fresh cut grass and the giggles between my sisters and I as we bounced around in that dirty old wheelbarrow. Happy Father’s day dad I still miss you so much.