Some of the earliest pictures of me are of me and my dad in the backyard hitting off a tee at about age 2. I was supposed to be a boy and grow up to be a baseball player but ended up as daddy's girl. Growing up Dad and I did everything together. We'd spend hours every afternoon on the side of the house throwing and catching. When I became a pitcher I'd pitch and he'd catch ball after ball as well as some strikes. He taught me to throw a knuckle ball, a drop, a riser, and a change up. At the park he taught me to fast bunt and hit. He was my soccer coach too and to get in shape we'd often run in the afternoons and evening with our dogs.
When I went to high school he transferred jobs so that he was able to take my brother and I to the Private School we got accepted to. He'd wait every afternoon and evening until we were done with our practices to take us home. It was a long day starting at 6 am in the morning and ending at around 7pm.
When I decided to become a teacher dad and I would talk shop a lot. He always offered great advice about working with kids and their families. Although he knew the pitfalls of being an educator he always encouraged me to follow my dreams.
Dad was always the soft parent but had no problems giving me lickens when I needed it, lol. I won't go into details but I got smacked when I deserved it. :)
Today Dad is a fabulous grandpa to my kids. He spoils them rotten and gives into their whims. Whenever they're eating contraband after I said NO a million times I know exactly who is to blame. My kids enjoy snuggling up to him to hear him read a book and he can always be suckered into watching them ride their bikes, play on the swings, dig holes in the garden, or go for long walks to nowhere ending up at the Park.
On this day and every day I am so thankful for my dad. I am one lucky daddy's girl!!!
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