father’s day – ode to my dad’s mustache
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there! Isn’t the mustache cupcake I got for my dad super cute? It’s from Just Cupcakes, the bakery that saved my ass last week when I messed up Holden’s smash cake.
I know mustaches have been all over Pinterest for the last couple of years, but I’ve for real been having a love affair with the mustache since the 1980’s. My dad’s been rocking the baddest mustache this side of the Mississippi since before I was born.
I mean, c’mon. That’s Selleck status right there. And so, I present:
Ode to My Dad’s Mustache
Hirsute appendage of my dad’s upper lip.
You’ve been in my life for as long as I can remember, albeit in many forms.
From Magnum P.I. to Tombstone to Hogan, sometimes accompanied by the soul patch.
You’ve remained a constant.
Scratching my face during daddy snuggles.
Dripping with tea and toast crumbs during breakfast.
Commanding respect during scoldings.
He shaved you once when I was a child.
I’ll never forget when he opened the door to the bathroom, and you were nowhere to be found.
I was inconsolable. He was unrecognizable without you.
From black to salt and pepper to white (sorry Dad),
We’ve seen the world together.
You dropped me off at college.
You walked me down the aisle.
You brushed against my daughter’s cheek, as you once did mine.
I don’t say this enough, but you’re an important part of my life.
I love you.
In a completely genuine, not-ironic-hipster sort of way.
You and my dad make a great team.
Happy Father’s Day to you both.