I loved it when my Dad came home from work and I came up close to him and I distinctly remember the soothing smell of sawdust on his skin… I remember watching him work in his workshop while he whistled, as well .... how he had a pencil tucked into the fold of his upper ear as he created the most amazing woodwork or fixed whatever needed fixing. He took such pride in his work and each and every item was a masterpiece... [much the same as my husband, Phil's Ma's clothing she created, one could literally wear inside out because she was such an amazing seamstress]
I still have the little shelf that he made that I treasure to this day. Wood warms my heart... I love my Daddy and on his birthday today, I celebrate his life and the incredible man and dad he was.
I miss you Dadxx