Today is Father's Day.... I called my Dad this afternoon and we chatted for just a few minutes. He sounded so elated by just seeing my name on his caller id and that sort of warms my heart. He told me that his day is complete now that he's "heard from all three of his kids." I really wanted to go over and bake a pie or a cream cheese pound cake for him..but I had no strength to do so and I think that he knew..I love my Dad. I remember my Mom baking pecan pie and making his favorite food on Father's Day when I was little. My parents are divorced now so I constantly find myself visiting my Dad with unbaked desserts or even dinners that I can put in his oven just before he comes home from work so that he can walk into a house filled with comforting and familiar scents...maybe there is something wrong with me in that I do this more so for myself than for my Dad. I always want him to know that I love him and think about him, and much like he always showed his love by way of providing for us and I think that's the reason I am always attempting to feed his stomach and possibly heal his heart...with love from my hands and the kitchen..