My father is a very stoic man who does not show affection. He shows us his love through his actions. He used to work 18 hour days as a clerk in two different liquor stores to support his family during our family's hardest times. That to me spoke volumes of his love for his family. So, it comes as no surprise that he would through his actions show his love for me and my baking.
I was sixteen at the time and it was Thanksgiving. I was usually given the task of making the meal. I set out to make the pumpkin pie and I was so proud of it. After Thanksgiving, I proudly put a piece of pie in front of my dad. He gobbled it up and declared it delicious. Then everyone else dug in. Everyone took a bite and said, "Oh, it's awful! What's wrong with it?" Well, it turns out I forgot the sugar. My dad ate the entire piece without wincing or grimacing. I'll always remember what he did for me.
Now, many years later, I still do the baking and most of the cooking, with help from my mother, on special occasions. However, that was the best pumpkin pie I ever made. My dad loved me through it.
This is such a touching story, KC. So sweet.
Posted by: Kristen Laurence | February 25, 2007 at 11:57 PM
What a great story - and a great father! And I have so done that - forgot to put the sugar in pumpkin pie.
Posted by: MaryM | February 26, 2007 at 04:02 AM
That brought tears to my eyes. How sweet, and what a lovely tribute to your father.
Posted by: Karen E. | February 26, 2007 at 07:51 AM
Crying now, that was so beautiful!
Posted by: Amy | February 26, 2007 at 07:53 AM
Thank you for sharing that lovely story. It brought tears to my eyes too!
Posted by: matilda | February 26, 2007 at 08:26 AM
What a beautiful story, KC!
Posted by: Dawn | February 27, 2007 at 05:05 AM
That is such a touching story. Why can't typepad have "crying icons" on the comments section? Just beautiful!
Posted by: Ruth Tucker | February 27, 2007 at 05:00 PM