My Dad is easy to love. He is funny, smart, willing to help out anyone, and has an absolute devotion to the worst music on the planet. However, despite all of his wonderful attributes, he has to compete with my Mom, which is not an easy feat. She won the favorite grandparent fight with Luke with no effort whatsoever. I think we all just assumed the same thing would happen with Meg, especially since she was working half-time and spending her mornings with Meg. None of us counted on the dark horse -- my Dad.
All because my Mom was offered a full-time job.
When it happened, we just assumed Meg would start going to daycare at 7:30 every morning. After all, my Dad didn't want to deal with her, did he? Then the call came.
"Lib," my Mom said.My dad has now been watching her, by himself, for three weeks. They are thick as thieves. Despite the fact he is letting her watch the "Today Show," I could not be happier. I love how her face lights up when she sees him. How she smiles when she hears his voice on the phone. How he loves telling me about cleaning up diaper blow outs.
"Hey Mom. I talked to Hazel, she's cool with Meg coming at 7."
"Lib, I don't actually take care of Meg in the morning."
"Do you drop her at Hazel's early?"
"No, your Dad watches her. And he wants to keep watching her."
Today, my Dad turns 60. I have given him a massive amount of shit about it. I even had a pamphlet sent to him from a local old age home. However, I think he is younger than he has been in a long time, even younger than he was when I was a kid (and definitely younger than he was when I was a teenager.) And, it's all because of Meg.
I love you Dad. However, I doubt I love you as much as Meg. Happy Birthday.