August 25, 2014

Monday Musing: Memories With Dad

There’s something to be said about Dad’s in households with only daughters. They definitely deserve some sort of grand prize for being the man of a house full of girls. Now I may be a little biased, but in my opinion my dad had the whole act down pat.

Growing up, I loved that my parents balanced their time with my sister and I. Mom and I would tackle dance competitions, while Dad and my sister took on horse shows. When Dad and I would embark on kayaking trips, my mom and sister enjoyed their own special time together. I loved that each parent had a certain activity that my sister and I did with him or her.

While I have great memories with each of my parents, I want to share some of the memories from my times with my dad today. I think every girl holds a special place in her heart for her dad – partly put in place by many of the traditions society holds for that relationship (i.e. “daddy’s girl,” a girl’s first love, her escort down the isle, etc. etc.).

My Dad and I have a mutual love for the outdoors and adventure. He always jokes that I am his "son" because I'm the one that does the things a father would usually do with his son. I loved that growing up we would kayak together down the river or in the ocean. My favorite days are days spent at the lake with him pulling me on water skis or in the tube.

It's never a dull moment when my Dad and I get together. We are always competing or dishing dirt out at each other. Sports seasons are even better because he went to NC State. Even though we can knock heads at times and I'm probably responsible for a good portion of grey hairs in his head, I wouldn't trade him for the world.

While I'm no longer his little girl living at home, I know I'll always be his little girl. I can always count on him for love and support ... Even a little tough love when I need it. I am so lucky to have the Dad I have and cherish all of the memories we've made and the ones yet to come.

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