Love My Dad

I love my mom too...don't let the scribbled on face throw you.

I woke up a couple of weeks ago crying..yes I am a girl...lol...because I dreaming of my dad and all the little things he would do for me as a little girl, like sit and watch sesame street with me (well, he would "rest his eyes").....put on my Barbie doll clothes for me cause I couldn't do it...come into the bath and wash my ridiculously long hair because I couldn't do it at such a young age....make sure I brushed my teeth every morning and night by coming in and brushing his teeth at the same time with me in the same sink.. he made me a lunch every day I was with him, complete with a neatly cut line on the diagonal because I liked it like that...he recorded EVERY episode of PeeWee Herman because I was obsessed....he would read me bedtime stories every night and make sure I fell asleep comfortably, he called me every Sunday night at 9:00 faithfully while I lived in Oklahoma, he would even come into my room and act like he was sleeping until I was asleep to make me feel comforted. Not to mention the goofy games we played constantly, like racing around the couch when I was 3 to his "ghostbusters" record because I loved to romp, and the time I was feeling really lonely at this wedding we had to be at, so he and I started tap dancing together...the triple step..to this song that came on....He always provided me with stability and more love than I ever gave back. I love you Daddy! I decided I want to marry someone just like him!