Good afternoon everyone! Does it really have to be Monday already!?
I am getting back to work after a weekend focused solely on celebrating M. and my first wedding anniversary. I must say, I could go for a couple more days of celebrations instead of sitting at a desk tackling work projects!
Another fun celebration this weekend, one that I didn’t want to leave not-talked about was Father’s Day and celebrating my wonderful dad! Of course, I could not be with my dad on Father’s Day, but I hope that he had a wonderful day all about him…although when I called yesterday morning to check in it sounded like he was cleaning the garage…boo!
Rather than get super mushy-gushy talking about my dad, I figured I would give you a couple fun memories I have with my dad...
• When I was younger my dad made sure that we got outside to “play” a.k.a get in exercise. My dad is the king of reading books on “How-To-INSERT THING HERE”. I remember he used to read up on basketball techniques and “coached” my brother outside in our driveway, and once I started playing basketball, he would “coach” me too. We would do drills – layups, pump-fakes, and passing exercises. I’m positive that his coaching helped in my basketball excellence in high-school.
• Another fun outdoors activity we used to do out on the driveway was jump rope. At ou
r old house our entry door to the garage was the perfect spot for him to tie a piece of rope. He would swing and my sister and I would jump. Not sure why this sticks out in my memory so well, but I still remember what the rope looked like and the slightly peeling paint on that door too.
• It seems as though we were quite an active family. I remember when we were much younger my dad would do “wheel barrow” with us down the long hallway of our old house’s upstairs. He wouldn’t let us cheat either…our arms had to be perfectly straight!
• My dad still uses his classic phrases…If I ask him what time it is, he would say, “Time to get a watch!” If I complained to him about something that I had to do and asked him why I had to do it the response is always, “It’s good for you!”.
• When I was in high school my dad would typically wake me up for school. He never sweetly nudged me until I awoke from my sleep…no…instead he would brush his finger against my eyelashes or tickle my feet. Let me tell you, both of those are not f
un ways to wake up at 6 in the morning! Thanks, Dad! :)
• This is just a funny memory really…after M. and I were engaged, my parents bought us a delicious cake to celebrate. All of my family shared the cake and there was one last piece that we saved and put in the fridge for the next day or for whenever we felt like it. After searching through the fridge for our piece of cake, my dad entered the room and just ever so casually said, “Oh, that last piece of cake?! Yeah, I ate it.” When I told him that we were saving that for later my ever so sweet and practical dad joked, “well I bought it!”
• My dad single-handedly shaped my taste in music. He likes all of the classics…James Taylor, any oldies, and then of course Queen. I know all of the words to every one of their songs thanks to my dad. In fact, I still love listening to Queen and one particular ride to a volleyball match while listening to Queen is etched in my memory…not sure why!
• My dad (and really my parents in general) always let me make my own decisions good or bad (well, not THAT bad). I know that sometimes he wouldn’t agree with what I chose, but in the end those decisions have shaped me as a person and I am thankful for having a father who gave his input and cared about me while still letting me have some independence too.
• Since my wedding anniversary was yesterday, I can’t help but remember a few memories of my dad from that day…Before he walked me down the aisle my dad and I chatted about me “growing up” in the church I was about to be married in. We talked about all of the different milestones that I reached there. At the reception my dad gave a wonderful welcome toast to M. and me and I love that I have a part of the speech on our wedding film so that I can always remember his sweet words. During our father/daughter dance we laughed and joke
d about how I had completely forgotten how to dance from my debutante ball. My dad still knew the moves, but I had completely lost them.
Just a few bits and pieces here and there…things that are just now coming to mind about my Dad.
Thanks, Dad, for always being here for me, supporting me, and helping me become the woman who I am today! You’ve been an amazing father and I’m looking forward to making even more memories with you in times to come!
I am getting back to work after a weekend focused solely on celebrating M. and my first wedding anniversary. I must say, I could go for a couple more days of celebrations instead of sitting at a desk tackling work projects!
Another fun celebration this weekend, one that I didn’t want to leave not-talked about was Father’s Day and celebrating my wonderful dad! Of course, I could not be with my dad on Father’s Day, but I hope that he had a wonderful day all about him…although when I called yesterday morning to check in it sounded like he was cleaning the garage…boo!
Rather than get super mushy-gushy talking about my dad, I figured I would give you a couple fun memories I have with my dad...
• When I was younger my dad made sure that we got outside to “play” a.k.a get in exercise. My dad is the king of reading books on “How-To-INSERT THING HERE”. I remember he used to read up on basketball techniques and “coached” my brother outside in our driveway, and once I started playing basketball, he would “coach” me too. We would do drills – layups, pump-fakes, and passing exercises. I’m positive that his coaching helped in my basketball excellence in high-school.
• Another fun outdoors activity we used to do out on the driveway was jump rope. At ou
r old house our entry door to the garage was the perfect spot for him to tie a piece of rope. He would swing and my sister and I would jump. Not sure why this sticks out in my memory so well, but I still remember what the rope looked like and the slightly peeling paint on that door too.• It seems as though we were quite an active family. I remember when we were much younger my dad would do “wheel barrow” with us down the long hallway of our old house’s upstairs. He wouldn’t let us cheat either…our arms had to be perfectly straight!
• My dad still uses his classic phrases…If I ask him what time it is, he would say, “Time to get a watch!” If I complained to him about something that I had to do and asked him why I had to do it the response is always, “It’s good for you!”.
• When I was in high school my dad would typically wake me up for school. He never sweetly nudged me until I awoke from my sleep…no…instead he would brush his finger against my eyelashes or tickle my feet. Let me tell you, both of those are not f
un ways to wake up at 6 in the morning! Thanks, Dad! :)• This is just a funny memory really…after M. and I were engaged, my parents bought us a delicious cake to celebrate. All of my family shared the cake and there was one last piece that we saved and put in the fridge for the next day or for whenever we felt like it. After searching through the fridge for our piece of cake, my dad entered the room and just ever so casually said, “Oh, that last piece of cake?! Yeah, I ate it.” When I told him that we were saving that for later my ever so sweet and practical dad joked, “well I bought it!”
• My dad single-handedly shaped my taste in music. He likes all of the classics…James Taylor, any oldies, and then of course Queen. I know all of the words to every one of their songs thanks to my dad. In fact, I still love listening to Queen and one particular ride to a volleyball match while listening to Queen is etched in my memory…not sure why!
• My dad (and really my parents in general) always let me make my own decisions good or bad (well, not THAT bad). I know that sometimes he wouldn’t agree with what I chose, but in the end those decisions have shaped me as a person and I am thankful for having a father who gave his input and cared about me while still letting me have some independence too.
• Since my wedding anniversary was yesterday, I can’t help but remember a few memories of my dad from that day…Before he walked me down the aisle my dad and I chatted about me “growing up” in the church I was about to be married in. We talked about all of the different milestones that I reached there. At the reception my dad gave a wonderful welcome toast to M. and me and I love that I have a part of the speech on our wedding film so that I can always remember his sweet words. During our father/daughter dance we laughed and joke
d about how I had completely forgotten how to dance from my debutante ball. My dad still knew the moves, but I had completely lost them.Just a few bits and pieces here and there…things that are just now coming to mind about my Dad.
Thanks, Dad, for always being here for me, supporting me, and helping me become the woman who I am today! You’ve been an amazing father and I’m looking forward to making even more memories with you in times to come!
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