My dad is one of my favorite people. Because he had a home office (and still does), I had the pleasure of seeing him all the time when I was growing up. I thought it was weird and sad that my friends rarely saw their dads. When I asked my mom why Dad had a home office, she said that he wanted to be a dad that was there for his kids. She said that he sacrificed a fancy job at a luxurious office on the top of a skyscraper so he could be a good, supportive dad who was there.
I have some great memories with my dad. I love the national news because I would always watch it with my dad after dinner and it was a quiet, relaxing time in both of our days. It was during this time every night that I appreciated my dad’s calming spirit the most and felt his aura of peace.
It’s these little things that make a great dad. Having him teach me how to play catch even though my coordination is a nightmare. Bringing me flowers for all of my ballet and piano recitals from when I was a toddler until I graduated high school. Being patient with me when I made several dings on our family car as I was learning how to drive. I remember all of these with a smile. My dad loves me unconditionally and supports me in everything I do. Our daddy-daughter dance at my wedding was to ‘You Are the Sunshine of My Life’ by Stevie Wonder. I know that I am the sunshine of his life, but he is also the sunshine of mine.