Happy Tuesday to you all!
The weekend came and left quickly, but did not disappoint. Tony and I celebrated our anniversary with a Twin’s game & a late night pizza, and we both celebrated Father’s Day on Sunday with two wonderful men.
As every little girl says,
“my dad was my first love,”
& that statement couldn’t be more true.
My dad is an amazing man. He is probably the funniest person I know, [not bias at all 🙂 ], but seriously, he has the biggest heart, and would literally do ANYTHING for me or my sisters.
When I was just old enough to talk, we spent every night reading a book. It didn’t matter how busy life was, he always sat down, before bedtime, and read to me, snuggled in his lap.
As a little girl, he taught me how to dribble, shoot a jump shot, how stop a grounder, and catch a pop fly. He taught me the importance in working hard and never being a quitter.
When I reached my awful teenage years, he told me to be myself, not to give into peer pressure, and to be a silent leader. He could melt me down with a look of disapproval and held the bar high, so I was always climbing to reach my goals.
When I moved home after college, he reminded to never settle, and again, to keep working hard and not to quit. He gave me confidence in my job search & told me I was going to make an amazing teacher.
And now, being an almost 30 year old woman, I find myself calling him for directions, needing car advice, asking him which mulch to purchase, how to get rid of poison ivy, etc… the list could go on. I still need him, a lot.
We talk sports, gossip, and life. He knows about all aspects of my life, hears every problem, and still assures me everything will work out.
Words can’t do him justice. Simply put: he’s the best dad. Thinking of how much I love him and admire him brings me to tears.
I consider myself one of the luckiest.
Here’s to you, dad! xo