Today is a special day. Today is my dad’s birthday. Anyone that knows me knows I am a daddy’s girl, even at the age of 40.
When I was a little girl I remember telling my dad I wanted to live to be a hundred he would always reply “Well then, I will live to be a hundred and twenty three” In my younger years I thought he just being silly, looking back I think he picked that number so if I were to see 100 he could “be there” to see me celebrate such an achievement. He is always there for those big moments.
My childhood was not about playing sports. We did not spend weekends at the ball fields or on the basketball court. We were given more than that. We were given a love for music and for dance. My parents, two uncles, two aunts and a cousin along with my brother and myself belonged to a clogging team. We spent weekends traveling to different festivals in different towns preforming dance routines to bluegrass music. Hey it was the 80’s and early 90’s. We traveled from Indiana to Ohio and everywhere in between. Some of my favorite memories are from those long trips riding in my dads old van.
If we were not clogging we were playing cards, sometimes we went fishing, or just hanging out at the house watching the Green Bay Packers play some football. It really didn’t matter what we did I enjoyed spending time with him. Yes we had our not so great moments when I was a teenager. Now that I have had teenages I know those are hard years to be a parent. I am sure there were a few times he would have liked to have traded me in on a new kid who didn’t have a “I know everything attitude” but time passed and we are now closer than ever. Thanks for sticking it out with me dad.
He has always been there for me. If I needed gas money as a teen he was there, if I needed help getting to college he was there, when I needed someone to hug me and not say a word when I was going through my divorce he was there. He is always there. He is still there for me whenever I need him. He drops everything to come babysit the kids, he backed us a hundred percent when we decided to become foster to adopt parents, and he even still calls and texts me during the Green Bay Packers games just so we both know how”our boys” are playing. He makes the best Santa during Christmas time not only for my children but for countless kids in need though out the years of programs such as The Gift of Love, The DHHR Christmas Party, and the Knights of the Pythians parties. He is a man of few words but his actions speak volumes. I am so thankful to have such an amazing man as a role model.
In thinking about my dad I also started thinking about my husband and our daughters. You see my husband had a choice my dad did not. When Todd and I met my oldest children were already a preteen and teenager. He did not have to take on the responsibility of being their dad, but he did. He stepped up when the other stepped out. He has treated them as his kids from day one. And even though Sie is not his my blood they share a strong bond as father and daughter. He was there when she decided color guard was life in high school. He pulled props, pulled the band trailer, traveled out of state to competitions and drove her to practices. He wore his “Flo’s step dada” shirt with pride at every band festival. He helped teach her to drive and gives her advice when she needs to know which way to go. He could not love her anymore if she was is own blood. She is his daughter is every since on the word.
We then followed God’s plan for us and have welcomed two more girls into our forever family. He loves Elissa and Sadie just as much as he loves Sie. Both of the girls run (well Sadie crawls) when they hear the door open in the evenings cause they can’t wait to see their daddy. He works so hard to provide for them but he makes sure to spend time with them one on one in the evenings. He is a great dad. For those that say you can’t bond with a child if they are not blood related you are foolish. Blood is blood but love is love, and love is stronger than blood.
I am so thankful for the bond I have with my dad. And I am grateful that my girls have a strong bond with their dad. There really is nothing like the love between a dad and his daughter. I may now share the nickname pumpkin with my girls (my dad’s nickname for me when I was little now he calls the girls that) and I’m ok with that (really I am Sie lol) I love that my girls have not just one strong male role model in their lives. They are blessed with a wonderful dad and two amazing papaws (my dad and my father in law) that love them more than words could ever express. They set the example high on what a gentleman should be and how a gentleman should treat his lady. Qualities which are hard to find in this day and time. Thankful my girls have somewhere to turn to see what a good man should represent.
From our beautiful chaos to yours celebrate the big and small moments with those you love. Making memories is what it’s all about.