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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

"My Father's Eyes" - Eric Clapton

To MY Dad,

I freaking love you.

I love that it's YOUR birthday today . . . because it makes me think on all the awesome events, times & memories we've shared together.

Most of all, I am grateful.

I'm grateful . . . . .

That you expected a lot of me.
That we'd meet - just you and I - in that horrible room with the shag carpet to go over how I was doing [school, life, sports, etc]
For the example you are to Peanut.
For the example you are to us solely by your actions.
That you taught me about money at an early age. "Emily, you either make interest or pay it."
That I still want to talk to you before a big purchase.
That you taught me so many sports.
That you expected just as much from me during sports as my brother.
That we took walks together at night.
That you call me randomly just to see how I am.

That you call me "sweetie".
That you hug me every time I see you.
That you got to see me be born.
That you taught me how a man should treat a woman by the way to treated / treat Mom.
That you are slow to anger. [but seriously, what went wrong here with me?! ;) ]
That you danced for my friends when I begged you to.
That you didn't hate me when I decided I was "done" with volleyball at just the wrong time.
That you made me work hard on Saturday's. chores. chores. chores.
For the love you show me and my family.
For the prayers, I'm sure, you sent up daily on my behalf.
For being at all my volleyball games. Yelling your heart out.
For being at my races. In "run emz" attire.
That you don't get mad when I poke fun at your ~~sweet~~ sunglasses. ;)