Oh my, thanks Ken ! tears mlb
My most favorite of all time, I’m outside
1st thing in the morning , warm , cold, hot , raining
Doesn’t matter. Usually at work walking between bldgs
“It’s a Beautiful morning” I sing it, I whistle it.
I just thank God I’m living , walking and able to think
Of all the things most beautiful in my life,
C K L
– MMQ - Gma
It’s a beautiful morning my little beauty
Love you much,
The text above is an email I recieved from my dad this morning. After hearing about his bad day yesterday (his car overheated and is out of commission) I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I hoped he had an awesome day today! Then, a few minutes later, my school email alert sounded and I was greeted with this tear jerker. I know that a lot of it won’t mean anything to you. He uses some pretty trippy email lingo and some abbreviations only myself of family members would understand. But this email… simple things like this, from my dad mean more to me than anyone could ever imagine. (Not to mention, I am a sucker for a good, sweet note or letter!)
Anyway, my email to him told him how much I was thinking about him this morning. On my way to work, I heard “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder on the radio! I imagined, as I often do, the different songs that my dad and I could dance to on my wedding day (and there are often tear as I’m picturing this!) The song we choose won’t be any old, sappy, daddy/daughter song, (even though there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with those types of songs). It’s just that my dad and I’s relationship is different than that. A love for good music is something that we have always shared.
I remember being five or six years old, sitting in the front seat, next to Dad! It was always a Saturday morning, and we were always headed to the good old YMCA for a volleyball or basketball game. He was my coach, and this pattern continued for many years; him being my coach, the Saturday morning car rides, and the music lessons. I would say this was a six-year tradition! We would turn the radio station to oldies or classic rock and we would listen. He would tell me about the songs, the artists, which parts of the songs were best, which singers were his favorites, which old songs he and his friends would play in band on their trumpets, and so on! Then we might put in the Commodores CD and listen to Lionel Richie sing away! I will remember those car rides for the rest of my life.
I would say that those moments spent with my dad are the reasons why I am, and this might be the only reason why, a daddy’s girl. I really never thought I would say that I am specifically a mommy’s or daddy’s girl because I love both of them so much, I respect them, admire them, look up to them, seek their approval, and all that parent/kid stuff. But if I had to choose, I would tell who ever asked me the long story of the car rides and come to the daddy’s girl conclusion.
The memories that I know he values just as much as I do and the lessons that he taught me, bind he and I together.
Thinking of my dad, the music, his genuine, truthful, and his whole-hearted love for me and everything I am make me emotional every time. And I hope that never changes.