"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life;
to put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." ~Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

My Dad

I realize that not every girl has a dad like mine. I never realized how lucky I was when I was little. Dad would sometimes take a day off work and take me (and only me) out for a day long date. We called it Veronna day. He would also do this for each kid in the family. Dad has always had a gift for making all seven of us feel like we are his favorite. Who ever he is talking with at the time feels special and loved, as if they are the only one. I know that not every girl has a dad like this. But I sure wish they did because every girl deserves one.

When I was a kid I loved the movie "Annie" and I still do to this day. When Dad would come home from work he and I would have our own time together. We would lie on the bed and sing "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow". I don't know why I loved that song so much but I did. And I don't know why such a manly guy like Dad would happily sing the song over and over with me, but he did.

Even now as an adult I feel like I'm his favorite. But I know in reality he has seven favorites. He's good at making us each feel like we are the center of the universe when we need that attention. I've been having a hard time with life lately. I've been feeling the weight of the wolrd on my shoulders as I sit back and think about the economy, the evils lurking around every corner, what kind of job I'm doing raising my kids, trying to be everything to every body, etc.

Today, out of nowhere in the mail I got a letter from Dad. Hand written and everything, in his crazy cursive handwriting that has always been uniquely his own. As I began reading it, tears began streaming down my face. It was simply a letter of encouragement. How did he know that today, of all days and of all times, I needed to hear those words? How did he know exactly what to say to soothe my tender heart? He has a way of making things okay and putting things into perspective.

Ethan saw me crying and gave me a hug and said "It's okay Mom, I'm here. It's okay." I couldn't help but laugh through my tears. I then explained to him that sometimes people cry when they are happy, not just sad. Those were happy tears. I am so blessed to have not one, but two incredible parents who have taught me and love me and would sacrifice almost anything for me. I owe so much to them and I'll never be able to thank them enough. My heart is full.


Julie said...

You asked how did he know? He is your father and he loves you, as simple as that. And, he is not afraid to show it.

You are right, every little girl deserves a father that makes them feel special. You are very lucky.


Ute Family said...

That is the sweetest post ever! I didn't really have a dad growing up so I missed out on all that father-daughter bonding stuff. But it seems that you two have an amazing relationship and I'm so happy for that.
And lucky me...my father-in-law is THE BEST so I'm making up for those lost moments!

Ev said...

I think we both know I'M Dad's favorite. Who does he tell the inappropriate jokes to?

Ev said...

You're STARTING to hate Obama? You should try disliking more often. It give you even more to say. And I was already aware that it's cancer. Thank Cody for me, though. I appreciate his support. At least SOMEONE out there believes me!!!!!!!!!!

Jeanette said...

A handwritten letter-those are rare these days. What a special blessing. My Dad will just pop by and always at the right time to brighten the day. Dad's are wonderful that way. :)