My Dad is the hardest person to buy a gift for. Every year for his birthday, Father’s Day and Christmas he ends up getting new socks, cologne, a book, a piece of technology – which he tries to use but is too impatient to really learn how to use, and some clothing.
Boring, boring, boring.
I do feel bad when I unwrap something I genuinely want and he gets something predictable, no matter how much he said that he appreciates anything we get him. This year I want him to have something he’ll cherish, but as a man who has the means to purchase anything he likes it’s difficult.
A few years ago, for my closest friends birthdays I began to make scrapbooks. Inside would be photos of us from throughout the years, messages from friends and family that I tracked down, and other little trinkets to make it personalised to suit each persons taste. I proudly showed my Dad the finished product after weeks of painstaking creation but his words surprised me, “why haven’t you made me one yet?” I made a few excuses and never really thought more about it until a few weeks ago when I realised that Dad needed a break from the predictable gifts that I usually gave him.
With my Dad’s birthday just recently passed and Father’s Day fast approaching – it’s the first Sunday in September for Australians – I need to find something fresh, and I think I have the perfect gift idea.
I’m going to create a photobook.
I found Photobox through a blogger friend and decided to check them out. Using their website and simple online photo app it’s easy to create a high quality book filled with memories of my Dad and I in three simple steps, and I can even caption the photos or write a story to accompany them! The hardest thing was finding which photos to include.
Want a Sneak Peek of the photobook I’m creating Dad?
I haven’t received my finished book yet – I’ll update with some photos when he gets it – but here are a few of the photos I’ll be putting in the book to remind Dad of some of the lessons he’s taught me in life, particularly travel lessons, and of course how much I love and appreciate him.
My Dad taught me to be a poser and taught me to wander for adventure at any age (I was 2!) – both in Hong Kong.
He taught me it’s good to share your wine with everyone…
…and taught me how to be a good co-pilot, both in the air and with my friendships (my toy bunny is also necessary for success!)
He likes reading Lonely Planet guidebooks… only when he ‘borrows’ them from me; and taught me and my sister about AFL (Australian League Football) and how to look good wearing the team scarves.
He also tells me off for pulling stupid faces in every.single.family.photo. Sorry Dad, but I have proof you pull faces as well (like in this one in ShenZehn, China).
My Dad is the one who taught me to fly both in life and literally (he has a pilot license) so I can’t wait to share this gift with him with some of my travel memories that we have shared, but shh… don’t tell my Dad just yet!