My dad and I have an interesting relationship. We’re a lot alike, which is generally a good thing, aside from our bad tempers (and bad teeth). Growing up, I don’t think I was always very appreciative of having the dad that I did. Some people have fathers that aren’t around, that don’t care, that don’t push. I am lucky that I have a dad that maybe sometimes cares too much. I know if I have a problem that is too big for me I can go to my dad and he’ll help me work through it. It isn’t always easy because I know my dad wants what’s best for me and his idea of what’s best for me isn’t always the same as my idea for what’s best for me. But I know I’m lucky that he cares that much.
On my wedding day I was lucky enough to have my dad walk me down… well, the steps of my parents’ backyard, actually. We didn’t really have an aisle. I was also lucky to share a dance with him on my wedding day. We danced to the song Vienna by Billy Joel, which is a favorite of mine from one of my favorite movies 13 Going On 30. In the movie when this song is playing the main character runs home to her parents after being unable to figure out her life. Between the movie and the lyrics, this song really makes me think of my dad and the advice he’s given me over the years. And now every time I hear this song I think of my wedding day and getting to dance with my dad.
Anyway, I won’t get to see my dad today because we’re going up next weekend. However, I’m thinking of him today and you can be certain I’ll give him a phone call.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you. Thanks for pushing me to be the best I can be.