Once upon a time my dad said this,
“One day I’ll be your friend before your dad,
but right now I have to be your dad before your friend.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him when he said it.
But I’ll be damned, he was right, again.
We butted heads a lot when I was growing up. Maybe that’s common, but maybe it’s because we are a lot a like. I got his temper, and we both are heart headed, strong minded people which never made for an easy fight, yet he was always able to give me that one single look that crumbled my big “bad self” wall, and those words of stone turned to puddles of tears.
To this day, if he gives me that look or even has a hint of snappiness in his voice if I’m borderline emotional, I fall right apart.
There were days I was so upset he didn’t make it to the events I was in because he was working, but I later learned it wasn’t because he didn’t want to be there, he had to make the choice to make it to that event, or work so I could have the chance to be in another.
And, I’ll say this, he has always been at every important event.
It’s funny how when we grow up we start to understand things for what they are not based on the disappointment we had because of immaturity, isn’t it?
But, let me tell you something about this man.
He has got to be one of the most hard working men I know, and honestly, I have had the life I have for that reason. And I am genuinely grateful.
He is unbelievably business savvy, and driven, and know what? He doesn’t have a degree to back it, and he doesn’t need it. He is where I get my drive for business. I’m a lucky gal.
He always listens, doesn’t judge and if there is something I’m dead set on doing, he lets it ride and if there is a lesson learned – then it’s learned, because he knows sometimes we have to learn things on our own, but don’t think he won’t warn you.
He was where I look my naps as a youngster.
He was who had the derby car that sported my hand & foot prints
& displayed “428” (his derby #/my birthday).
He’s who I shared butterfly & eskimo kisses with
when he tucked me into bed,
He is who taught me how to ride my bike,
ride a horse, & to ski.
He was always upfront & honest,
He is one person who has never really let me down.
Not only was he right that he would be my friend, he became one of my very best friends.
There were days growing up I didn’t think that day would come and maybe he thought it was a pipe dream too, as stubborn as I was – but it did happen.
The truth is, he was right about a lot of things
good thing he doesn’t read this, I’d get the whole I told you so chat 😉 .
There are so many things that I’m thankful for when it comes to this man, my Dad.
He may be strong headed, and forward, but more than anything he is the biggest hearted, caring guy, who has always been one to lend his shoulder to cry on, and an ear when I need someone to listen and one that would do anything for me.
I’m so very grateful, for you, Dad.
Thank you for being you.
Happy Father’s Day.
I love you!
Love, Your Daughter.
This was us dancing at my wedding to the song he picked, “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle
which is exactly the song I would have picked.