Fathers day was on sunday.
In Finland that is.
Not here in the US.
I miss my family even more when I know they´re all together.
In one place.
Talking and laughing.
And I´m not there.
I wanted to share some cool things about my dad.
He has a motorcycle.
Him and my mom go on motorcycle adventures every summer.
When I was a teenager I was embarrassed when they drove by.
Now days, damn I want my own bike.
He had this old "motorcycle" when I was a kid.
He picked me up from kindergarden and I sat on the back.
He has a boat.
He used to, and still does take us on boat adventures.
Ocean people as we are.
We sometimes went camping and all 5 family members slept in the same tent.
I want to do that with my kids.
The recent family memory.
That I love.
Is us all being at a party.
Maybe we had a drink or two.
As the evening proceeded.
I looked around.
My father.
My sister.
My brother.
My mother.
All busting moves on the dance floor.
And I realised.
(Not to brag)
We are a pretty awesome bunch of people.
I have amazing memories.
And as a kid/teenager you think that you never want to turn out like your parents.
And "I will raise my kids like this".
But the older I get.
The more I realise how amazing they were.
How greatly I was raised.
And how they´ve thought me a lot.
And how I probably will raise my kids in the way they did me.
Father.
Mother.
I love you.
