My dad and I are ridiculously similar. Do you see this picture? This is my bed, every night. It’s kind of insane. While I may wish I had my mothers figure, I am glad I inherited a number of things from my father.
Like cooking and baking. I remember being quite young, and helping my father to make my brothers chocolate birthday cake. I was wearing a velvet dress. I think it was blue. I have a feeling I insisted on wearing it. Somehow I managed to dump the entire cake down the front of my dress, ruining both the cake and the dress. But Dad wasn’t mad about it.
I don’t ever remember him mad as a child. Teenage years are a different story, but I was awful. Really, really awful. What is wrong with teenage girls?
This is quite possibly one of my favorite photo’s of my father.
I used to love going shopping with my Dad when I was a kid. He did all of the grocery shopping every Saturday. Every week he picked up flowers (and still does) for my mother. When we went shopping or to run errands, I seem to remember coming home with lots of stuffed animals. I think my Dad was kind of a sucker for my childhood cuteness.
I’m pretty sure I made this face a lot too.
He was and is the best Dad ever. He is the standard I held every boy I dated, and all but one couldn’t live up. Even that one probably finds it difficult at times. My Dad is the perfect mix of a tough guy with a big soft gooey center.
He was so much fun growing up, and so smart. He taught me so much.
He still does. I feel so lucky to have a normal functioning relationship with my father, that so many people I know lack. He’s become my friend, someone I go to for advice and the best doggie grand-dad around.
This fathers day I made him cinnamon rolls. He requested this quite a while ago. So, go do something nice for your Pops and don’t forget, Daddy’s love sweets, so make him some.