Dad and me at three weeks old
Since Father's Day is right around the corner, I thought this would be an appropriate Flashback Friday. I have and always will be a daddy's girl. I think most girls are -- I know that even my mom, my stepmom, and my mother-in-law were all daddy's girls, too. There's just some kind of unspoken code between a daddy and his daughter. My dad chose his words carefully and could scare the dickens out of me with just a stern look. He could also alert the entire neighborhood with his powerful whistle that we could all hear blocks away to indicate that it was dinnertime. We had a ritual when I was little of watching Fat Albert together on Saturday while eating grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup that he made. And he always gave me the sandwich with the most cheese drizzle, even though I know he liked them that way just as much as I did. But the most powerful of all things he has given me through the years is his unconditional love that has never wavered, regardless of some of my idiotic decisions or my immature perspective. While my dad's glares and whistles were strong, his hugs were even stronger. And he still is the best hugger ever.
At my Senior Voice Recital, December 1991
One of the funniest stories my dad tells is how I would not talk to him after he grew a moustache when I was three. I was scared of men with facial hair. If you think back to the seventies, you can see why; all men with facial hair were "bad guys" with the exception of Santa Claus (although I was not a fan of his facial hair, either). So, imagine my surprise when recently my dad arrived at my house, and I saw his upper lip for the first time in 36 years!
May 2009 -- My Now-Moustacheless Dad!
I know I am blessed to have such a wonderful bond with my dad and to have also had such other amazing fathers in my life: my Pop Pop who was my heart, my grandpa, my father-in-law, and now my own husband. (It is no wonder with such strong father figures in my life that I chose someone to love whose second job is being SuperDad.)
So, Happy Early Father's Day to my dad and all of the other dads who have influenced my life. And Dad, thanks for always letting me be Daddy's little girl, even though I'm not so little anymore.
4 comments:
Great post. Was your voice recital for college? Just wondering. I was a music major, but in instrumental music.
A wonderful post! As you pointed out, I was definitely a Daddy's girl. And Dad used to whistle for us, too!! Dads are very special people. Happy Father's Day to all.
Wow,this really touches my heart strings! What a beautiful tribute to your Dad and the relationship you have.
You are correct Kristin about the bonds between Daughters and Daddys. I remember the first words I ever told my daughter as I held her for the first time. Though I was already a father (my son was born first)the moment I saw her I wanted to be a better man. Clearly I am a work in progress but no one has ever had the effect on me that my daughter has... I suspect your father feels the same about you.
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