Daddy's Girl.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

My Dad's birthday was on Thursday (September 11). It's always an interesting balance of "our nation is mourning a tragedy, but I'm still happy it's my dad's birthday."

This summer I saw Ground Zero, or the September 11 Memorial, or whatever it is called. I was brought to tears, especially as I read names of all those first responders and the name of a woman (I don't remember her name) listed with her unborn child.

Nonetheless, I am so happy my dad had his birthday!

Both my parents lost their dads way too soon. My mom's dad passed when she was about 12, and my dad's dad passed before my dad was born (unborn child status). As an extremely sentimental person, I've always been sad I don't know my grandfathers (except through our family), and I have been thankful to have so much time with my parents. Also, I'm thankful for my "step-grandpas" who were the only grandpas I knew growing up, and who didn't treat us any differently because of that.

ANYWAY. Jim's birthday. What a guy! Because of Jim, I am a thinker. Whenever I tell my dad some new exciting information I've learned (aka, everything in the movie documentary Blackfish), he always asks me where the info is from or why it is portrayed it is. Because of Jim, I ask questions. Some of my favorite memories of my dad were our times spent grocery shopping when I was little (even though it took for-ev-er because he knew everyone working). Ask my former roommates, grocery shopping is still one of my love languages. I know how to play basketball because of my dad. When I was 8 years old, I attended Jim's college graduation. How amazing! Now he's back for round 2 and set to graduate in May! It looks like I'm following in his footsteps.

I could go on and on, but I won't.

All I know is that growing up has taught me that parenting must be wayyy harder than it looks.

And I think I turned out okay.

So good job, Mom and Dad!

Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you forever.

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