Week 4: Changing the Game

An Ode to You

A “huge waste of legs”

 That’s all I’ll ever be

At least, that was all

That Mr. Elder could ever see

But you saw something different

You saw my other love

You knew that all I ever wanted

Was to shoot down some dove

No hurricane, snow or bean field

Would ever stand in our way

We were gonna be there

At the Outlaws on Opening Day

Our double barrels ready

 We were gonna give ‘em hell

And we eventually hit the limit

It only took 400 shells

But we go back much further

Than my hunter safety course

When we were moved by nature

And a more native kind of source

Surely now offensive

 In this PC day and age

We donned our feathers, tied our braids,

And listened to our elders sage

Indian Princesses

Zuni tribe to be exact…

Actually, I learned almost nothing there

 But I remember some really great snacks

In fact, you were always awesome at snacks

When the moment was just right

You took us all to Friendlys

 When our bball team did bite

We only won you a single game

Yes we were really bad

But you were the very best coach

That I have ever had

I actually don’t mean at sports

There was no success there

The Stingers were the Stinkers

The ball we’d never share

 Knights Play was, thank heavens

Only a par three

And with the way we played it

 It should have been free

I blame you for that, actually

That I was so very bad

Since left-handed clubs

Were things I never had

I digress however

And there is an actual thing I want to say

And that is that you taught me to love

Each and every day

Strong, silent and determined

To provide in every way

You never asked for notice

Or praise, or thanks, or pay

In all the things you did

Each and every one

You showed me that giving to others

Cannot be outdone

‘Cuz it’s the little things that stick

That makes someone a fan

Like how you donate blood

Every chance you can

You almost never mention it

You’re just that kind of man

You showed me that generosity and selflessness

Are the most important things

And when that’s what you give the world

Your heart and soul, just sings

So though you are a quiet guy

There is something you should know

You’ve always sung quite loudly

You’re your own music show  

All the years of my life

You’ve provided for me

But the thing I love the very most

Are the memories of WE

Thank you again for everything

And loving us in your way

But it’s time to talk about those miles

That are sadly coming my way

 You and Elder know that I hate running

It never was for me

60 I will complete

It’s just so no one can see

Tweak the game

 I plan to slightly

So please don’t take

What I’m about to say lightly

A ticket to Texas

For a weekend of fun

Where we’re going

To switch the run for a gun

Foregoing the need

For licenses and law

We’ll go to Elm Fork Range

So I can shoot pigeons with my paw

The trip is all ready

You just pick the date

Were even going to eat amazing steak

The very best in the state

I love you forever

Thanks for being my Dad

Oh, and PS-

 You’re Flipper pancakes were always totally rad

Love,
Liz

Week 3: UD Themed Gifting

Since Dad always gives so much to Erin, from her life to her Crusader education(s), she decided to give the gift of giving. 

 

The Hunt Gift: A UD t-shirt for a UD Dad 

A thing celebrated at her institution, a unique blend of smarts and experience, 6 daughters have come out stronger, and his wallet ever thinner. 

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Dallas

A donation in the making, to the charity of his choice, she'll pass along his love and generosity, the thing about him that she loves most. 

Week 2: Halloween-Themed

THE TRICK: What's more frightening than a werewolf attack at your next scout camp out? The fact that you're 60! Before you retreat to the Parisian Catacombs for a spooky (albeit peaceful) retirement, why not "kidnap" your "leading lady" for a romantic date? Where are you headed? Quick! Figure it out before someone drops a chandelier on your head!

THE TREAT: (Hidden in the dining room chandelier) Spooky werewolf costume (for freaking out boy scouts, of course) and two tickets to The Phantom of the Opera in Tampa. editor's note: Sadly, the Snickers bar photographed here was either snatched by The Phantom or melted en route to the post office...

Week 1: The Hunt Begins!!

He was given this^

Then told to do this ^

After which he got lots of gifts... then this ^ 

We proclaim Week 1.... a SUCCESS!!

The TomChadwicks Count Down to the Big 60!

And who may you ask are The TomChadwicks...??

This lucky crew of men and ladies who owe our lives, or, the best parts of them, to the man in blue... yup, the one in the corner, next to the leading lady in white...no, not that lady... oh well, I give up!

We're here to  honor and celebrate our dad, husband, grandfather, son and friend in this, his 60th year of life!

Enjoy as we count down the days and chronicle the journey.

We love you forever, Dad!

Xoxo,
TheTomChadwicks