Tuesday, June 18, 2013
a special dad
my dad taught me more than just how to throw a baseball. he showed me how to love others. how to love life. he told me it was okay to stay out late when i had a college paper due the next day (i'll only live once). he taught me, by example, to take responsibility for my actions. he taught me to stand up for myself. to do what's right. to always think of myself and the people i love. to work really, really hard, but not so hard that i lose perspective of what matters most in life: relationships. to love unconditionally.
when evie was born, he said, "isn’t it strange? you didn't even know her yesterday, and today you'd walk through fire for her." i never realized how much he loved me until i had a daughter of my own.
on sunday, we celebrated him (and my grandpa, and jeff too, of course). my dad loves candy, so i made a special candy jar for him and filled it with his favorites: snickers bites, pretzel m & m's and peanut butter cups. hopefully, with the unambiguous label i made ("don't touch my stache!"), my mom and sister will stay away from it and he won't have to hide little candy stashes throughout the house anymore.
after presents and appetizers and making it down quite a few stairs with her daddy's help, evelyn decided to plop down on one of the steps, rest her arms on the step behind her, and take a little break. because life's tough when you're a one-year-old.