I know it’s not Father’s Day, but it’s My Father’s day. It’s my Dad’s birthday today!

There’s something about a dad and a daughter, right? Among my people are women whose dads died when they were young, those abused by their dads, those with complicated relationships (often by addiction), and daddy’s little girls. It all pulls at my heart more than almost anything I can think of. Maybe because I’m a daddy’s girl.

I wish all women could have had a dad who:

sang to them when they were little
took them sledding
packed their school lunch
made them peanut butter and jelly crackers at night
challenged them to do their best
let them off the hook
came to their dance recitals
taught them to drive standard (white-knuckled, but still…)
cried at Father’s Day cards
drove them to college
worried about them quietly (mostly)
 & walked them down the aisle (twice)

No, nobody’s perfect. But this a tribute, and I could go on. I guess I am just feeling grateful today for having a Dad who’s still around, who I felt connected to my whole life, and who I know loves me.

I am also grateful that I have a little girl who has a dad like that too.