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a while my precious daughter kept looking at the clock on the wall. Finally, she said, “Okay, we’ve got to stop. I’m taking you out on a date and we’re about to be late.”“Huh?”“I’m taking you to a movie.”“Huh?” My daughter and I were cinema freaks. I had gone to see more movies at the theater with her than any other human being — including her mother. We very rarely ever went a week without going to see a movie together. Going to see a movie at the movie theater was our thing. But it was always me taking her.And now, suddenly, it was her taking me to a movie!It was Father’s Day!“So what movie are we going to see?”“You’ll see when we get there.”Oooooh! She was good!Luckily, we lived just two blocks away from a movie theater. My daughter and I had seen hundreds of movies there. We even had our favorite seats.What made this movie-going experience different was the fact that my daughter insisted on paying for the tickets as well as all the snacks. Another first. Of course I realized that the money she spent on me came from the allowance I gave her but that simply did not matter. (I immediately wanted to give her a raise in her allowance.)She was taking ME out!The movie she was taking me out to see was a Steve Martin comedy. It may have been the wine but I don’t remember exactly if it was Father of the Bride or one of the sequels.I was a Steve Martin fan for over a decade before my daughter was even born. But she became an even more ardent fan than I ever was. Steve Martin was o

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ne of her most favorite comedians.And speaking of comedy, my daughter and I were not only cinema freaks but we were also comedy freaks. We watched an awful lot of comedy together. We used to have Daddy/Daughter comedy night. If I remember correctly it was on Thursdays.I would sit in my comfy lounge chair while she stood in the middle of the living room floor and did a comedy routine that she came up with all by herself. Then she would sit in my chair while I got up and did a comedy routine. (She was always funnier than me.)For a few years I was convinced that she wanted to be a comedian when she grew up. Heck, she was really good at it but, like so many other things, it passed.The movie, of course, was about a young woman who was getting married and how that impending marriage affected her relationship with her father. About five or six years later my daughter and I found ourselves literally acting out the parts of that movie. She was becoming a wife and soon-to-be mother and I was suddenly Steve Martin (although not nearly as funny).Since that very special Father’s Day my daughter and I have never again had a special Daddy/Daughter Father’s Day date together but that is okay. She is just too busy being a wife and mother. She and I have both moved on. But the memory of that special day is forever eternally imprinted on my heart and soul.Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. <a href="https://medium.com/@WhiteFeather9/latest">My Most Recent Writings Here </a>—<a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"> My Complete Archive Here</a></article></body>

The Best Father’s Day Ever

Over a hundred million years ago…

Back when my daughter was still a girl Father’s Day used to be one of the biggest holidays of the year. She went out of her way to make it a special day for me (with plenty of help from her mother).

While every Father’s Day was very special back then there was one Father’s Day that stood out above all the rest. I don’t remember exactly what year it was but I think that she may have been a freshman in high school that year.

I came home from a long day at work and when I walked into the dining room I saw that the dining table was all set up with perfectly placed dinnerware as well as about four or five lit candles. My freshman daughter stood in front of the stove and turned around as I entered.

“Happy Daddy’s Day!” she proclaimed. She then invited me to sit at the table as she poured me a glass of wine. She then proceeded to serve me a meal that she had cooked herself!

She served spaghetti, salad and garlic bread. I instantly realized that she had gotten help from her mother. Spaghetti was the one and only thing her mother knew how to cook.

I had literally cooked thousands, if not tens of thousands, of meals for my daughter but this was the very first time she had ever cooked a meal for me. I was completely and utterly blown away. It was, without a doubt, the very best Father’s Day in recorded human history.

We had a delightful meal together but after a while my precious daughter kept looking at the clock on the wall. Finally, she said, “Okay, we’ve got to stop. I’m taking you out on a date and we’re about to be late.”

“Huh?”

“I’m taking you to a movie.”

“Huh?” My daughter and I were cinema freaks. I had gone to see more movies at the theater with her than any other human being — including her mother. We very rarely ever went a week without going to see a movie together. Going to see a movie at the movie theater was our thing. But it was always me taking her.

And now, suddenly, it was her taking me to a movie!

It was Father’s Day!

“So what movie are we going to see?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Oooooh! She was good!

Luckily, we lived just two blocks away from a movie theater. My daughter and I had seen hundreds of movies there. We even had our favorite seats.

What made this movie-going experience different was the fact that my daughter insisted on paying for the tickets as well as all the snacks. Another first. Of course I realized that the money she spent on me came from the allowance I gave her but that simply did not matter. (I immediately wanted to give her a raise in her allowance.)

She was taking ME out!

The movie she was taking me out to see was a Steve Martin comedy. It may have been the wine but I don’t remember exactly if it was Father of the Bride or one of the sequels.

I was a Steve Martin fan for over a decade before my daughter was even born. But she became an even more ardent fan than I ever was. Steve Martin was one of her most favorite comedians.

And speaking of comedy, my daughter and I were not only cinema freaks but we were also comedy freaks. We watched an awful lot of comedy together. We used to have Daddy/Daughter comedy night. If I remember correctly it was on Thursdays.

I would sit in my comfy lounge chair while she stood in the middle of the living room floor and did a comedy routine that she came up with all by herself. Then she would sit in my chair while I got up and did a comedy routine. (She was always funnier than me.)

For a few years I was convinced that she wanted to be a comedian when she grew up. Heck, she was really good at it but, like so many other things, it passed.

The movie, of course, was about a young woman who was getting married and how that impending marriage affected her relationship with her father. About five or six years later my daughter and I found ourselves literally acting out the parts of that movie. She was becoming a wife and soon-to-be mother and I was suddenly Steve Martin (although not nearly as funny).

Since that very special Father’s Day my daughter and I have never again had a special Daddy/Daughter Father’s Day date together but that is okay. She is just too busy being a wife and mother. She and I have both moved on. But the memory of that special day is forever eternally imprinted on my heart and soul.