I feel like every year I repeat the same things when I talk about my Dad, but I'm fairly sure he never gets tired of hearing it.From my love of sports, to encouraging me to take New York City by the nuts and forcing it to love me, to occasionally picking up a month's rent when I squeezed too hard on those New York City nuts, my Dad has been the most important person in my life.
If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't know a thing about batting averages, free throws or the evils of the Yankees. My poor father ended up with four daughters, and I was blessed enough (no seriously!) to draw the 'son' card.
My Dad had a tough job. He taught me to throw a baseball, but also bought me my first prom dress. We'd play one-on-one in the driveway, but he was also always my ride to the mall. He taught me to drive, but also makes baked ziti that would make most hardcore Italian families jealous. He's been a short-order chef, a driver, a basketball coach, a loving ass kicker and most recently, and most important to me, a loving and compassionate friend. He's the first person I want on the other end of the phone line on the best and worst days of my life.
It's funny how I used to shudder when people told me I was exactly like my Dad, but now I'm proud of it. From our off-beat senses of humor to our tempers, to our matching scowels when the Patriots/Red Sox/Celtics are losing, to the "five-head" we both share, there is no question in anyone's mind that I AM my father's daughter.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you for everything Dad, and I love you so much.
4 comments:
Great post, makes me miss my dad.
Great words, Lizzy! I had to move my face a little closer to the monitor so that the other guys in the room wouldn't see my misting eyes.
I'm 10,000 miles away from my kids and my dad this father's day, but I managed to talk to all of them (dad and 5 kids). It puts a different perspective on things when you don't get to be there in person.
To _all_ the fathers out there, I hope you had a great day, and I can only pray that your relationships with your kids are as good as mine is in both generational directions. I've seen a few that aren't and it saddens me to no end.
Wow, what a lucky dad yours is to receive a post like that. I can only hope that I deserve the same someday.
Rock-on Lizzy. Rock-on.
I too learned everything I know about sports from my dad. Like, "Why is the Tiger on the TV all bandaged up like that every day at the end of the game?" Haha.
Seriously, I love my dad too. Even when he reminded me that I throw like a girl. And when I reminded him that I AM a girl.
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