| | - after all this time less than a week til my plane takes off for the great ol USofA!!! im pretty excited... i cant wait to see everyone... and drive my car... i really cant wait to drive... i think, besides the people, thats the thing i miss most when im here...
this will also be the last sunday talking with my dad and karen on the phone! it's a weekly ritual... i really like it... i get to catch up on the world im missing so much of... being so far aways is easy in the fact that your only duty is to write email, letters and post cards... but it is extremely difficult, cause all i want to do is be able to see them, and talk and laugh with them... and i cant.
i have a few pictures on my fridge... okay, i have MANY pictures on my fridge... but anywho, this one is one of my favorites:
my dad and me in january of 1990... im 3 years old
im just so small... and he is my hero. at heart, every daughter is a daddy's girl... and i think we always stay that way... the first "men" in our lives prove to be hugely important... in a lot of aspects... which man i choose to marry, what types of things i like to do in my freetime... my dad taught me to swim, dive and jump off a diving board- one of my most memorable and fun past times for years. he used to leave a cut up orange for me when he left for work, and leave a little note with it... i still have one... we spent summers camping, swimming, rollerblading... all forms of sports... and winters were spent sledding, building the coolest snow igloos with him and my childhood dog, shyba... and we'd drink hot chocolate while sitting in them... we went to disney world (one of my very first airplane rides... if not THE first). i loved being his little girl... like an own world. i wonder if he knows how much i still remember... although not everything im sure...
the bit more current photo on the fridge:
my dad and karens wedding a few years ago
today we look a bit different than in 1990... im 18, 19 in only a few months, and he is... a young old guy... haha... he'll love me for that one... hehe...  i love this picture too... actually, last year it was the one picture that i asked karen to send to me while i was in germany... it used to sit on my shelf at home, nicely framed... now it might be degraded to a plastic frame on my fridge, but i love just to have it with me...
im really glad he's my dad. we dont see eye to eye on everything, but he treats me with the most respect i could possibly ask for... he lets me do wrong things, but helps me fix them after i learn the hard way that he was right...
for him, who always has a level head, he who always has a str8 answer (without the selfish crap mumbo jumbo)... and he who has always tried to help me. no matter what, he seems to know what to do, when everything goes horribly wrong. i appreciate him lots. so, a big thanks to my dad... i miss him. he still is a hero today... though my views have been clowded over the years by other things... i know he isnt perfect... but who is? |
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