My Father Was Proud Of Me!
My dad was not the most demonstrative person in the world.
He was pretty low key and sparing in his emotions--always laid back and never loud.
So I always had my doubts: Is he proud of me? Does he approve of me and what I've been doing at all? Or is he maybe a little bit ashamed and hiding his feelings?
Well, guess what I just found in the house?
A large tin box filled with stacks and stacks of my report cards, diplomas, honors, clippings, articles, and programs through the years. It's a veritable treasure trove of my accomplishments throughout my school days and early professional years, and it was clearly assembled with great care and a lot of dedication. It's the kind of thing I would have put together myself if I was even more vain than I am!
On top of it, in my father's handwriting, it says:
"A record of great achievements!"
I'm going to start bawling.