I wish everyone could hold onto this day with fond memories and dear gatherings.  I meet many different families; of course with the business and in my daily life too.  Some have parents that have been together for forty+ years, step-parents, and others who just can barely pick up the phone to hear the other’s voice.  Each relationship has intricacies that only those hearts know, feel, understand.

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I’ve thought all morning what single word to describe my relationship with my own Dad.

I’m blessed beyond measure to know that with him, I’m safe.  To feel safe encompasses so many other emotions.  I trust him, his wisdom, his word.  I believe his heart is right where it belongs.  I am comfortable with him: years of dinners, bedtime stories, and Boy Meets Girl episodes can do that.

Maybe this is why this is my favorite picture of me and my dad.

We’re in the waves.  Physical waves, yes; but as years went by, those waves became so much more.  Schoolwork, boyfriends, an overwhelming anxiety disorder, college, living on my own.  And just like the picture, he held my hand and kept his eye always on me.  I was safe.  But he still let me feel the waves.  Because in that, I was able to learn, grow, and withstand the waves.  I am so thankful for the man whom I call my Dad.  The one who knew when to hold on tight and still to let me live.

And today, Dad, I just wanted to say thank you…for always being a safe place.  I love you!

love,

your baby girl.