Dear Katy. You will never be 14 again. This is future you. Don’t live for yourself. Don’t wear a skirt on a windy day. Don’t judge yourself or others based on their appearance. Don’t become someone who you’re not, but … Continue reading
I have an amazing daddy.
Around the age of about ten, I was afraid to call my dad “Daddy” in front of anyone. Everyone cool called their dads just “Dad”.
But now I just think that my daddy is just special like that. Because he’s my daddy.
We played baseball in the park.
He taught me to love the (at the time) Anaheim Angels.
We used to go to Baskin-Robins together on special occasions. That was a big deal.
I remember waking up in the early hours of the morning to his keys jingling as he opened the front door in his FedEx get-up to go to work.
He bought us flowers for our dance recitals.
He’s played camera-man on Christmas morning ever since I can remember.
He drove a 15 passenger van hauling a monstrous trailer across America through the late hours of the night.
He stays home to watch kids while the speech and debate competitors skidaddle off to tournaments.
He doesn’t complain. Mostly. ;)
He loves all 9 of the other people in the Maisano family even when we really, honestly, and truly do not deserve it.
He’s survived in a household of almost all girls.
He used to play Pretty Pretty Princess with us.
He built us an amazing tree house that soon became our Narnia.
He has an unspoken love for all of our pets. He’ll refute that, but it’s true.
He sympathizes with me in my neat-freak mode.
He loves God with all of his heart.
He’s the best dad I could ever imagine.
Happy birthday, Daddy. I love you! :)
