So Hubby and I went out for our LAST Christmas Party and Nana and Papa Babysat. We get into our "fancy" clothes, makeup on, hair dried...and curled, the boots with the HEELS on, Hubby in a black suit, shoes shined- we are on the road and we are ON TIME, well fashionably late anyways. Then the phone rings...Hubby answers, "Did they burn the carpet already?" Yup, Nana is on the phone, I mean it has been 5 minutes and we are summoned...and it was TOTALLY worth it! They wanted to find the camera, the girls were dressing up Papa! So after a night out it was fun to come home to these great pictures! I now have my family contributing to my blog- who'd a thought?!!!
Now this might not be incredibly funny to the average person, but this is MY dad- the Harley Rider! Actually the shirt he has on is a BRIGHT YELLOW Harley shirt (we make him wear it in big crowds) He has a Harley belt buckle, that he wears EVERYWHERE, weddings, funerals, work functions, it doesn't matter- the only time I have seen him without it is on the beach, otherwise he has his big ole buckle on. He takes just as many pictures (if not more) of his bike as he does of his grandkids- I gave him a hard time because his background and screen saver...home and work... were of the bike! He parks his bike at the beach and takes pictures...from multiple angles, backgrounds, seasons. He can honestly say that he has taken his bike out for a ride at least once a month YEAR-ROUND (hello, we live in Michigan!!) BRrrrrr.
My Dad is a great dad, he is always more than willing to help with anything (no cooking, but he will do dishes...it softens his hands so they don't dry and crack...for bowling!) He is a loving and caring dad. I enjoyed growing up with him... boating, swimming, sea doos, soccer, bike rides, camping, chopping wood, moving houses, packing warehouse orders competitively :) We were always very active. Over the years he has been by my side, at my graduation, bringing me to college, crying when I left home (sorry) and again by my side walking down the aisle. I always knew he was proud of me and that was always something that I craved- I loved that my dad was proud of me.
It has been 11 years that I have been out of the house. Many things in my life have changed. I am married, I have moved many times, been all across the country and over in Hawaii. Been pregnant 4 times, have 4 beautiful daughters, settled back home and have a home of my own now. My relationship with my dad has changed as well- we might not be playing soccer together, but we are still able to relate and stay close and I like that. He has recently told me that he is proud of me. I didn't really know what to say. It wasn't because of a swimming time or a soccer goal, it was because of me. Me, the person I am and the mom I have become. I love that my dad is proud of me and I will never forget that he has told me this.
So now while I stand on the sidelines of the soccer game and watch my daughter play, I will remember what it was like to look over and see my dad. Now I just look to my side because there he is beside me at my daughter's game. Thanks dad! I'm proud of you too and I love you!