The Story of My Dad and I: Part 1

I know Father’s Day is in June, but I always celebrate my Dad in July. His birthday is July 5^th He loves grilling outdoors and fireworks. As a child he thought the fireworks were for his birthday. I thought I would tell my story of our relationship. Its a long story so it's in 3 parts.

My dad was always my hero.

I have always looked like him; I inherited a lot of his more obvious personality traits, including being outgoing and a people person. People told me I was just like him, so very early on I set out to be the female version of my Dad. I admired him so much, I put him on a pedestal; He could do no wrong in my child mind. I am fortunate to have such a loving father who hugged me, showered me with kisses, and bought me things that we could do together. My Dad always told me I’m beautiful just the way I am. The first time I wore make-up, he was sad and told me I didn’t need it, I looked so pretty just the way God made me. I knew he was proud of me. He was more than eager to help me with my special talents, I’m creative, I have always been an artist. I never forgot that I was special because the Lord made me the way I am. I have always felt that I belonged and had a special place in my family, my Daddy made sure of that. My Dad is the guy you find surrounded by people, often telling an exciting story with a glint in his eye as they hang on his every word.