Okay, so this is another slightly sappy one. Yesterday was my father’s birthday, but we celebrated it today. He is now 61 and still one of the most brilliant people I have ever met. He is kind, funny, smart. He is supportive, knowledgeable, and loving. He is nostalgic, goofy, and really rather a teddy bear.
I call him “D” and he calls me “B”. Neither has anything to do with our names, the letters we call each other have to do with nicknames from my childhood. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl and I always will be. He taught me about superheroes, faith, and being good with who I am, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. He also taught me to do the right thing, no matter what and to put others first. Always.
We’re working on health together this year. He’s started talking about the end of his life this year, which makes me a bit sad, but I think he’ll be around for a long time to come. Even though he’s 61, you wouldn’t know it with the exception of his mostly-white beard. However, to help combat his rather morbid focus on his life winding down (keep in mind, this is a man who still works 60-80 hours a week) and to help him extend his life, I talked him into going to Weight Watchers with me and we’re both down almost 4lbs in a month. I’d say that’s going in the right direction. 🙂 Hopefully, we’ll keep that going and we’ll keep getting healthier.
So today, I celebrate the man in my life: my dad.
|Kitten, D, and me at my 30th birthday.|