Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

When I think of my dad, the first thing I do is laugh! Seriously. My dad is hilarious. If you’ve met him, you know exactly what I’m talking about. As a kid I actually told my dad that he should be a comedian. Today, we have a debate about who’s the “best-looking” and the “funniest” in the family. Of course, I think it’s me, and he thinks it’s him. The irony is that it’s just the two of us having this conversation. So, we may or may not be a little biased. ;) When we ask my mom to pick she says, “How did Elaina and I get excluded from this competition?” Look, when you have a father that walks down the stairs and says things like, “Man, I’m good looking.” Or, “All of the girls always wanted me, I just turned them all down.” You learn to give him a taste of his own medicine.

My dad and I have a very honest and open relationship. There was a time that I would have told you that this would never happen. There was a time that I would have told you that I hated my dad. Yes, I feel awful even typing those words, but it’s true, and he knows it. I would have sworn to you that all my dad ever wanted to do was ruin my fun…or my life! When people first started getting their license I wasn’t allowed to ride with them. Wearing make-up was not allowed, for what seemed like forever. And dating? Forget it. I remember slamming my door on multiple occasions and telling my dad that I would never speak to him again. We wouldn’t speak for a few days. I snuck out, I rode in cars anyway, I borrowed my friends make-up at school and put it on in the bathroom, and I dated anyway. Well, as much “dating” as you can do until the age of sixteen.

My dad and I had a really hard time from ages twelve to seventeen. This was quite the contrast from when I was a kid. My dad and I were best buds. He took me hiking, camping, and fishing before I could even walk. He taught me about The Beach Boys and The Beatles. Though I insisted on wearing dresses or a skirt EVERY DAY, I was still never afraid to get dirty. My mom referred to me as a “prissy tomboy.”

My dad introduced me to sports and was literally the typical dad when it came to injuries. “Walk it off,” and, “Lauren, if it were broken you would know it,” were common statements made. One day, after a soccer tournament I was in the backseat of our car and told my dad I wanted to be a cheerleader. I still remember his look in the rearview mirror. Shock? Disappointment? Pure Confusion? Eventually he warmed up to the idea. He thought the fact that I was a flyer was pretty “cool.” And some nights after gymnastics practice I’d ask him to come in and watch me tumble for a while. That actually impressed him. I gave him a little bit of a break for a few years and started playing softball during my off-season. And for quite some time that was our  “thing.” We spent countless evenings playing catch, having batting practice, and working on strategy. When I was asked to start playing catcher, I’m pretty sure that he may have been the proudest daddy at those softball games. By my junior year of high school I had to make a decision. At one point I was on three cheerleading squads, which was ridiculous, and I had gymnastics a few nights a week. I gave up softball, but I think that all along he knew that I would.

High School for me was amazing. For mine and my dad’s relationship it was horrible. At one point I needed advice about a boyfriend. My mom was out of town on business and my dad said, “Well, why don’t you just tell me? I’m sure I can handle it.” His advice? “Go to school tomorrow and ignore him. He’ll realize that he’s wrong.” Well, I followed my dad’s advice, and I got dumped. When I asked the boyfriend why he dumped me he replied, “Well, because you ignored me at school all day today.” I came home angry and in tears. All my dad had to say was, “Good. He wasn’t for you anyway. He seemed like a jerk. You’ll know when you find someone for you.” Seriously? That was the LAST thing that I wanted to hear. Of course as a high school girl, you literally feel like that’s the end of the world. Needless to say, I didn’t take his advice on boyfriends for a another few years.

Now that I’m older my dad and I just have this understanding. We don’t agree on everything, in fact a lot of times we agree to disagree, after a good debate. (He’s who I get my stubbornness from.) Since I’ve moved out I feel like it’s almost brought us even closer. Now he calls me because he sincerely misses me, not to ask me where I am or if I cleaned my room. I feel like I can ask him advice, or even just vent to him, and he actually listens to me. Not only does he listen to me, but now I feel like he’s completely open and honest with me. There’s been multiple occasions that he’s said, “Alright, well since you’re an adult now and not a little girl…”

Thank you for giving me your eyes. I’m thankful for your hair as well, even though you tell me that I “don’t appreciate it” due to the fact that I dyed it. 
Thank you for making me “tough,” but for also noticing when I just need to be a girl and cry sometimes. 
Thank you for teaching me all about the outdoors, The Beatles, and photography. I know that you and mom are my biggest fans when it comes to this passion of mine. I couldn’t have asked for a better teacher.
Thank you for teaching me good morals and values, and for never backing down. I wake up everyday praying that I do the right thing and that I continue to be a good person. I know that I wouldn’t feel that way had I not had your guidance. 
Dad, thank you for enforcing over and over again that I need to have high standards in a man. Though I thought you were crazy and annoying for so long, I now know how important that is to you, and I hear you. I promise.
And Daddy, thank you for never taking anything I said seriously during those years. I didn’t mean it, obviously. :)
I love you!
P.s. Today I will allow you to think you’re the funniest and best looking, but we both know the truth! ;)


  1. eee i love this! so sweet, lo. and i cried, duh. love you.

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