There are a lot of dads out there… we all have one. Everyone’s is “the best father ever”… and I won’t deny that validity. [as long as you know that, actually, mine is the best.]
This week, I’ve reflected a lot about who I am, where I came from, why I am the way I am. All screw ups and lazy flaws aside, I love who I am… because I love where I’ve come from.
I have to thank my Daddy for so many things: my humor, my artistic strives, my courage, my independence, my climbing ventures [just kidding, dad’s afraid of heights], my love for stories and painfully corny jokes*… and so much more…
But what I really want to thank you for, Daddy, is wanting to be a dad. Wanting to love. Loving all of us. And doing it so so well… full force.
I’ve read this old blahg post a few times over today… moving me to tears: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2009/09/01/i-couldnt-help/
In it, my dad talks to me about his wantings…
“All I wanted to be was a father. I remember when I was young, screaming at my mom, telling her, ‘I’m going to be a damn good father!’ But then I gave up on it all… I gave up on love and banked on forgetting about wanting a family. Then I met your mother and I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. I didn’t even want to fall in love with her… but your mother, she lights up a room… and I couldn’t deny that.”
The raw honesty and beauty in my father is something I will always value. Thank you, Daddy, for wanting this.
To think that this overall-clad farmboy…
Met the grooviest, most beautiful lady in Austin…
And they made an amazing family… which contains a not-so-great golfer, but a forced to be reckoned with during car dances… who loves her daddy…
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!
I love you to pieces!
*All attributes could also be attributed to my amazing Momma… the two are a great team.
wull hay. 