Lucky that I live so close to my parents now.
Lucky that I had a dad who was always there for me, no matter what.
Who was there for everything growing up, despite working 70+ hour workweeks trying to make his textile business successful, teaching me about having a strong work ethic in the process.
My dad and me when I was just days old.
Disney, when I was 4 years old
Teaching me how to ride a bike (no wonder Iâ€™m 28 years old and I tried to pick up my bike in a dress)
Dancing with me at my sweet 16. Best way to bore a bunch of 16-year-olds? Make them watch a girl and her father dance to Butterfly Kisses. (Itâ€™s a really long song.)
(My first dance)
Who was there for my first first half-marathon.
(To say it was rainy is an understatement. My poor parents were using anything possible to stay dry.)
Who taught me how to ski. (Below, Stratton 1987; Stratton 2011)
Who taught me to do the right thing, always, even if the other guy is getting away with doing something the easy way.
Who taught me how to be humble.
Who enabled my love for learning by making sure I always had enough books and answering my (million) questions. Even now, as a [so-called] adult, one of my favorite times with my dad is when Iâ€™m home for a night or a weekend and he waits up (yes, still) and we have late-night talks that go well into the morning while I fix myself some munchies after coming back from a few drinks with friends.
Who learned to love my little dog, despite saying, â€œI hope he doesnâ€™t scratch my doors when you bring him homeâ€ when I told him I was going to get a dog.
Who set the bar really freakinâ€™ high for my future husband as an example of what a loving father and husband looks like.
Itâ€™s because I have such wonderful parents that Iâ€™m so close with that I live so close to them (that and they just happen to live outside the greatest city in the world)â€”I donâ€™t want to miss any important family occasions.
I came home last night and my mom made her legendary spaghetti and meatballs. I had mine with whole-wheat pasta.
For Fatherâ€™s Day, we let my dad go play golf while we ran some errands and went to see my cousinâ€™s new baby before having dinner as a family.
Mom, donâ€™t get any ideas. Itâ€™s going to be at least a few years before you get one of these.
Happy Fatherâ€™s Day to all of the fathers and soon-to-be fathers out there!