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He was not a fit man. His belly was very round and it never occurred to me that it should be any other way. I thought all old southern men had big bellies.
He wasn’t always clean-shaven and his hair wasn’t always perfectly combed back either. In fact, sometimes a strand would fall down over his brow and remind me of one of the guys from Grease. This usually happened when he bent his head over to snicker and was followed up by a wonderful belly laugh.
On most days, his attire consisted of Liberty overalls paired with a blue button-up work shirt and work boots. As he walked out the back door, he was sure to be donning a hat that most likely advertised for the local co-op or tractor supply business.
He smoked. But the smell never bothered me.
He loved westerns. And In the Heat of the Night. And The Price is Right – but he probably wouldn’t care too much for it now with Drew Carey as the host.
He had a temper. He could get spit-fire mad, cuss and stomp his feet, sulk and pout.
He was not a perfect man.
But if he had been, I’m sure I wouldn’t have learned as much from him.
He was a cattle farmer.
A bus driver once.
A woodworker too.
And he was my pap.
In every room, there is some memory of him.
Something that was his.
A picture of him.
Or something that reminds me of him.
Something that remembers when…
…and reminds me he isn’t really all that far away…
…and maybe if I just close my eyes and listen really hard, I can still hear that belly laugh.
I don’t think you should buy art just because it’s pretty – I think it should evoke something in you. A memory. A feeling.
The first thought I had when I saw Cattle Drive by Jill Corbin was my pap.
And that brought a smile to my face – and my heart.
No, he wasn’t a fit man, but he sure did move when the cattle got loose.
And when it was dinner time.
And also, I hope your heart smiles today.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Minted, however all opinions and love of a big-bellied southern man are 100% mine.