I have realized lately how amazing he is. Not that I never knew this. But before we has like Spider man- pretty cool, but lately I see he is Superman.
He say's funny things, like telling my sister that if it wasn't for children's hospital he and my mom would take flowers to her grave every year.
He inspires me to write. I love to write. It is my way of expression.
He helped me to stick with my English major.
And each day I LOVE it even more.
Which is funny, I never thought I would- but I am. =]
Don't get me wrong...I still grudge writing research papers, and learning about MLA...
and I know this may sound horrible selfish and arrogant of me...
but I love knowing things other people don't. =]
Like knowing how to write.
I love helping Joe write papers, and knowing I am actually helping because I know what I am doing- for the most part.
It is partly my Superheroes class that has given me also this great fondness. Because it practices what my dad would always say- English is in everything.
And it is.
I still get to study History (which is my minor) and I get to study my mind out and people as I read and analyze. I get to read so many different things, I feel like my mind is growing in every direction.
I love my dad for helping me stick with this.
I love that he uses Bones, that I have this amazing picture of him at Christmas time with a blue scarf around his neck, with a menorah on the table and a cap on his head. My Jewish dad. =]
Deer hunting.
Daddy Daughter Donut Days
Slurpees
Making Circles around round abouts, or riding in the back of his truck around the Culdesac.
Screaming so loud he would stop tickling.
Milkshakes.
Getting to nail things in wood while he was working.
Him playing toys with me on the top of the stairs when I was little.
Tucking me in and out of bed.
Telling me stories about the girl with the Red shoes.
Never drinking milk, and adding Pepper when he lost a bet.
Loosing his wallet and paying us a dollar to find it.
My dad. =]
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