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Happy (Belated) Birthday, Dad!

Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. I wanted to have this up earlier, and I have nothing but excuses as to why it didn’t get done.

This weekend is the Miramar Air Show here in San Diego. I bring this up because my dad loves planes.  As long as I can remember, there have been planes all around me – in his office, in our garage, in the house.  Planes with motors, gliders with adjustable tails, simple planes with a rubber band to wind up the propeller. I remember winding up one of those rubber band planes a little too much and letting it go in a park. Who knew how far those suckers can go?? I don’t even remember if we found it.

My dad is a silent man, but he shows his love in his own way.  I remember Valentine’s Day meant chocolate flowers left on the table after he went to work.  My sister and I were spoiled with nice new cars as new drivers.  My mom has an iPad so she can carry around pictures of her many dogs whereever she goes.  I knew Travis was a keeper when my dad gave him a tiny remote control helicopter.  That thing is still in his office and sometimes I hear it whirring around (and sometimes running into the wall) when Travis is supposed to be getting things done.  My car is stocked with flashlights, wrench sets, and screwdrivers my dad has given me.  And nothing speaks of love like sitting quietly as dog after cat after dog gets added to the menagerie.  I don’t know how he does it.

My dad has never let me down.  He’s always been there to support me and I owe him the world.  I hope he’s around for many, many more birthdays.

Happy birthday, Daddy. I love you!

Happy Father’s Day

As a little girl, I may not have been planning my perfect wedding and storing ideas in my head for later, but I always knew I wanted my dad to walk me down the aisle.  I knew I wanted to get married so there would be an occasion to walk down the aisle on the arm of my dad.

My dad is my hero.  He’s also a saint.  My dad taught me how to ride a bike and how to drive a car.  He was so patient with me as I tried to parallel park, even after I caused the car battery to die (how, I’m still not sure)!  He bought me my first car and I’ve been the happy recipient of each Prius “hand-me-down”.  He sent me to college and told me he was proud of me on graduation day.

My dad lives in a house with upteen dogs and umpteen+1 cats.  But, I think he likes the cats a little – he has little containers of kitty treats within arms reach of his recliner and has been known to hunt a cat down from under a bed if I’ve been looking for one and couldn’t find it.  He has put up with years of living with me, my mom, and my sister and whatever woman drama we come with.

My dad has watched over the years as I explored boyfriend after boyfriend and he’s always been nice and polite to all of them.  Even the poor choices of mine.  He’s happy to see Travis and show him whatever new airplane/helicopter/flying thing he’s bought.

As our wedding day approached, my dad logged into our honeymoon registry and “bought” the remaining excursions and fun things we hadn’t gotten yet.  I’m actually really glad he did, because the spa massage was heavenly and the gondola ride in Venice was so fun!

On our wedding day, my dad was full of smiles.  More smiles and laughs than I’ve ever seen in my entire life, which warmed my heart and made me even happier than I was to start with.  We practiced walking down stairs, walking in step, but not our dance.  As we took the first step into the aisle, I may have been nervous enough to actually lean on his arm.  But, we made it to the end and I was handed off to my handsome groom.

We danced to Natalie Grant’s “Always be Your Baby”, a shortened version that still felt so long!  And then the rest of the night is just a whirlwind.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!  You are amazing and generous and loving, and I love you so much!

(photos by Mandi, Melissa McClure Photography)