His hands were tanned red-brown, like New Mexico dirt with
the knuckles misshapen, cradling my little brown paw in his as we sneakily
snuck through the house to drink coffee together before the mums woke up.
I played under the work tables and generally got in the way
in the saddle shop as he laid ground seats, stamped skirts and sewed horn caps
on.
He slowed his long strides to match my short ones, telling
me about the different animal tracks we found in the mud by the creek, and just
where did I think a good place to sleep would be if I got caught out over
night? My four year old self thought he was crazy just to think about being in
the dark without my daddy there to protect me.
He assured me as he stretched pelts over frames that they
couldn’t feel a thing, as he cared for the spoils of his trap line.
I can see him knocking out two miners on the streets of Elko
town, who after stumbling out of the Shoe made some inappropriate comments
about my mum’s beauty, leaving me assured that daddy would always fight and
defend us girls, no matter what.
I remember wrestling, running, punching, kicking him in our
rough housing games when I was little, and thinking, my foot actually hurts
he’s so strong!
The excitement of getting to go with him for the day, hat
safely pulled down and snacks in my pockets…my old bridle horse Fritzie and me
watching as he and the black horse bucked their way across headquarters, and
trotting back to me with a smile.
I see him shaking my hand as a solemn eight year old as he
left for a trip to train Mongolian soldiers how to be snipers, telling me to
take care of mommy because no one loves her as much as me, except for you.
As a 15 year old, with the black colt roped and momentarily
held still, the small group of people outside the round pen jostling each
other, “I don’t want to get on him” I whispered and dad’s bright blue eyes smiling at me and
saying “I know, but you have to”…quietly teaching me to never shy away from something
just because you’re afraid.
I’ve watched him love, honor and play with us, his three
girls, and every day that I spend with my dad makes me feel like I’m enrolled
in a clinic he’s teaching me about life. You are my first love, my most honest
advisor and my greatest role model daddy. Thank you for all that you’ve done,
and continue to do.
xo xo Liz
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