Monday, August 21, 2006

Happy Birthday Dad

As a child, you come to know your parents as people in your life who tell you what to do and when to do it. You never really realize WHY they do what they do, it's just life and unless you want trouble as a child, you do as you are told. It is not until you have grown into adulthood that you come full circle and realize the immense job they had in raising you and how much you are loved by them. I am loved by my parents in different ways. My mom loves me a soft, gentle manner while my dad loves me in a much different way. I liken the love my dad holds for me and my siblings to a German Shepard, quiet,loyal, protective, and fierce (when he needed to be). There was no mistaking my father's love. It was rarely the touchy feely type of love my mother gave out so naturally. It was the type of love that was silent and sure, heroic and steadfast, yet in his eyes you could always see the tenderness he so rarely verbalized. In those same eyes you knew when you had messed up and disappointed. Dad loves deeply. I figured that out as I grew into adulthood. He was the strong one, the one to look upon for a steady hand to help me up, the one who would race out in the middle of the night to pick me up if my car broke down, the one who never missed a performance or event, the one who taught by example, the one who silently sacrificed and died to himself so that his children had all they needed, the one who prayed fervently after communion and during adoration, the one who would hide his tears when one of us made him proud, the one who would stand out in the front yard with his post hole digger making sure the "boyfriends" knew who was in charge. All in all, my dad stands out as an excellent father who knows how to love. If you are one of the privileged who is loved by know it, and you KNOW he will do anything for you.

If you know my dad and you are reading this post, please wish him a happy birthday by commenting below. He would really appreciate it.

Happy Birthday Dad, and thanks for all you do!


Anonymous said...

Felicidades, Sr. Tamayo! I don't know if you remember me, but I loved coming home with Georgie during college and spending the weekends w/ you and Mrs. Tamayo. you were always so sweet to patient with this gringa trying to learn Spanish! Happy, happy birthday!!! Love you!

Lisa (Ray) Carmack
Dallas, Tx...H.S. ESL teacher (now stay-home mom)
married 16 yrs., 2 girls (8 yrs, and 15 mo.)

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Dad. Georgie put it so nicely. Thanks for being there, loving me and letting me go. Love ya. Araceli.

David said...

You need a new lawnmower!

I think what I remember most growing up in Casa Tamayo is playing Star Trek in my room and hearing my name (I believe it was pronounced "Lebit") bellowed from downstairs. The next thing I knew, in my mad scramble to respond to the good natured address in an effort to keep it that way, Captain Kirk took a nasty spill somewhere behind the bed. Sulu and Uhura were inadvertently kicked into the corner behind the bedroom door in a most romantic fashion, and my knees had to come unglued fast enough to get to the top of the stairs...only to find out that you were on your way to my wedding and that I should probably get dressed!! HAHA !!!

Time sure flies, doesn't it? I was just yesterday telling Michael about my first job at the Bavarian Village as a busboy. That brought back a flood of memories I hadn't thought about in a very long time.

I think we had a great childhood. You and mom were fantastic parents, and I will never be able to thank you enough for all you've done.

Happy Birthday Dad. I hope you have a great day.


Mary Tamayo said...

This is from your Dad to all of you.

We laughed and cried over all of you for your kind expressions.

Thank you for your beautiful comments. Mom is making copies so that I can keep them with all of my valubles.

It was a pleasure to have raised such a beautiful bunch. It was a tough job but somebody had to do it. Ha.

Thanks again and if Mom and I ever lose our memory, our hearts will always know how much we loved you and how blessed we always felt.

All of you married godly people and all have stayed within God's path and have been annointed to continue with God's work. Keep doing this with all of your hearts because God has a fantastic memory and does not forget his own.

Mom and I are happy and will have a good day

Thank you for your kind words. You were finally able to read me...Ha. It just takes a few years.

I love all of you very much.

Your Dad....Hector

Chris said...

I've got some old lawnmower parts here, a twin size box spring, various scraps pf treated lumber from a dismantled rail, and oh, two broken strollers, an above ground pool with some left over chlorine tablets.

Would Mary mind if I stored it all in your shed?

Happy birthday, I hope you had a good day with many more to come. We miss you, come see us.

Chris the son-in-law

Becca- Boo said...

Happy birthday Grandpa! We Love you! Hurry up and come to North Carolina

mARY said...

This is for our wonderful son in law;

No, you may not store all that rotten stuff in our shed. I would rather that you buy another old car to store there.

Thanks for your wonderful wishes and we thank our beautiful Becca Boo for her good wishes too.


Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday, Hector!!!! I was just reading Georgie's blog.....again.
I am Georgie's aunt Leach. And, yes,I know what Georgie means about quiet strength. I was 12 years old when I first met Hector. That loving authority was already there. Where's Marco's rock, Hector????
Alicia G. Moreno