Last week, I pulled up to my office early in the morning to find my dad waiting for me, adorable mini cupcake in hand. He just wanted to wish me a happy day. Does it get any sweeter?
Sometimes I forget. I forget that having a father who brings you hot chocolate while pulling an all-nighter, who cheerfully drives 40 minutes to bring you spare keys, who offers to help fix your sewing machine and hang your new chandelier...it isn't a normal thing. My father's love has been so constant, even from my earliest memory of getting a giggly horsey ride on his back, that I'd never considered how life would be without it. This I know: I don't want to imagine it. Not all little girls are lucky enough to grow up with a macho man who set aside masculine interests to make her a poodle skirt for Halloween, and not every young woman has a teddy-bear father who gets teary just thinking about her wedding day. Statistically, I'm sure it's far from normal. Emotionally, it's an exceptionally blessed thing.
Boys have come and gone. But through it all there has been, and always will be Daddy. The ultimate man in my life. :)
(A little note: Infinite thanks for the oodles of sweet thoughts + wishes on my last post. Seriously, girls, my goodness did you cheer me! Other things that have kept me smiling: A photo of Shannon's little guy in a hat I sent him...and a sweet blogger who thought of me by snapping a photo of the most fetching aqua radio. Oh Blogosphere, you are so wonderful.)