September 21, 1951 was undoubtedly a great day --
Because MY dad was born...
.... and H2B's dad was born!
Yep, my father and my future FIL shared a 60th birthday on Wednesday, September 21st, 2011!
I'm a day late in writing this post because I got super busy, but I'd be remiss if i didn't say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to two of the greatest dads on planet earth.
I'm so lucky that they are both in my life -- here's just a few examples of why they are both so awesome.
One, they are both funny, kind, smart, handsome, and YOUNG looking.
THANKS, Dads, for the awesome genes, the same ones our kids will hopefully inherit!
But here are a few things I'd like to share....
H2B's dad... well, he lives a mere 7 blocks from H2B and, I guess, me. Although I haven't officially moved in there yet, I'm spending almost every night there, and I'll live there full time soon. It's been really FUN to have them so close -- we can walk there, he can walk to us, etc.
My favorite story about H2B's dad is that when H2B was a kid, he and his best friend formed a whiffle-ball league... in his dad's back yard. They ran an entire baseball diamond into the back yard, and his dad not only allowed, but ENCOURAGED this act. H2B adn his friend would post scores, league rankings, schedules, etc on the front door, and the boys would bike over daily to see how things were shaking out.
The more I get to know my future FIL, the more I like about him -- bottom line, he's been a great father to H2B and that is fun to watch.
My dad? Well, I could fill an encyclopedia about the amazing things he's done for me, ranging from funding my musical and then college education, to showing me how to have a great sense of humor and a strong work ethic, but also to kicking my BUTT (figuratively, of course), when I was content to just sit on it and let life pass me by. Parents and kids always have tough times, and I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge all the times I rolled my eyes and wanted my dad to bug off, but in the end, here's what I have:
Dad. I have made jokes for the past decade about our tough / tender moments (high dive, golf course, phone rules, towels on the floor), but in the end, none of that matters. You have been there for me in ways I cannot articulate for my entire life, but especially in the past few years. One of the TOUGHEST things I inherited from you was my inability to naturally ask for help, or fess up when the going gets tough -- but during a time that I rarely talk about on this blog, you were there for me in ways that bring (and literally brought) me to my knees with gratitude. It had nothing to do with paying bills or cleaning up messes (though that was certainly involved), but EVERYTHING to do with being my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, my toughest critic yet my biggest fan, and ALWAYS my strongest advocate. We are so much alike that I have learned, in adulthood, to listen to you more; to realize that sometimes your criticisms and words come from a place of living, learning, and loving. I know you think I don't listen -- and H2B would probably have the same criticism, but know that I do; and that my "not listening" is usually a knee-jerk reaction that is later followed by contemplation and then acceptance that, yeah, Dad (husband), you were right.
I love you.
I'll be 34 when I get married -- I've lived "alone" or close to it since I was 21 -- so it isn't quite like you're "giving away" a daughter who has lived at home for years. Despite your having a more traditional history of marriage and family, you have never ONCE made me feel bad about my choices in life or the circumstances that have brought me where I am today -- if anything, you've made me feel empowered to OWN the life I live, and to take pride in what has brought me here.
On October 15th, the flowers, the music, and the dress will be beautiful. The food will be savory, the cake will be delicious, and the DJ will be lively and fun. But what I look forward to the most is you walking me down the aisle -- to "give me away," to a man just as great as you, with his great dad in the audience.
All of my love,