Dad

The morning I was born, it was a chilly. So much so that you could see your breath. It was the beginning of construction season and my Dad managed to hit every pot hole on his way to Hospital with my Mom. (My Mom didn't appreciate this so much). After only a few hours of labor, I was born. My Dad's expression pretty much says it all. He was proud. A healthy baby girl.

I was the first Grandchild on my Dad's side of the family and to say that I was spoiled was putting it lightly. I look back at pictures of when I was a baby and toddler and compare them to my cousins pictures and my pictures outweigh their pictures ten fold. What can I say... I was a big deal.

My parents were young when they had me (Mom was barely 20 and Dad was 22). They were High School sweethearts and were very much in love. Even though I wasn't planned, I was wanted. My parents sacrificed a lot for me and my brother. Looking back now, I realize just how much. Unfortunately my parents love for each other went away and they divorced when I was 14. I still can't believe that I am a child of a broken home. I feel like such a statistic, but as I am getting older, I am learning to accept this unfortunate situation and move on the best way I know how.

My relationship with my Dad has been strained since my parents split 14 years ago. Without going into too much detail, My Dad left our family and with him leaving, broke a lot of pieces of my already fragile heart. As silly as it sounds, I'm still healing from this traumatic event. I still need my Daddy in my life and it's hard to swallow the fact that my relationship with my Dad isn't the same as it was when I was little. I am learning to love and accept my Dad where he is at, just the way He is. After all, he loves and accepts me just the way I am, too. Though we are still a work in progress, I am so thankful to still have him in my life. He's a good man. Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you.

I kinda look like my Dad, huh?