I'm just going to start off by saying that I am totally, completely, utterly, hopelessly a daddy's girl!
It's true. I just can't help it.
My dad, all through school, would wake me up at 7:00 by opening my door, whispering "Good Morning" and giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek. Then he would leave for work. I was one of the only ones who would see him in the mornings before school, even if it was just for a second.
I can get away with murder when it comes to my dad. With one little smirk, smile or smart, teasing comment, I can change his mood from grumpy to laughing. I can't remember him staying mad with me for too long (even though I'm positive there were times).
I think we get along so well because all of my weirdness is mirrored through my father.
As a teenager I used to have head wrestling matches with my dad. Yep, you heard that right. When they say dutchmen are thickheaded, they aren't kidding. My dad and I have wicked hard skulls. We used to hollar "HEAD BUTT", stand our ground, lock foreheads and then try to push the other person back across the kitchen using only our thick dutch heads. (Sidenote: I'm totally the champion head wrestler in the family)
Yeah, we're kind of "Strong like bull, dumb like tractor" type of people.
We both have a strange obsession with playful arm biting. If an arm is thrust or even innocently positioned in front of my face and I can't help but snap my teeth at it. I can't help it. I grew up with a dad who playfully nibbled on our arms and then encouraged us to bite him back. The sad thing is that my own kids are destined for a similar fate. They are all groomed to be nibblers.
My dad could be super embarrassing and super funny at basketball games. He was very much the over zealous parent who would yell criticisms at both refs, parents and coaches. Sorry everyone, we tried to quiet him down! But he was also fun to watch across the basketball court. If he managed to catch my eye he would make a silly face and point and wave at me in strange ways. Then, if the coach wasn't looking, I would make the same gestures back to him and giggle to myself. We pulled this shenanigans all the way through my college playing days. He's so weird!
Although my dad can be pretty silly, he is also one of the wisest, most compassionate, lovable, convicted men I know. He is level headed, a steadying force in our family, church and community, a good friend, a GREAT coffee drinker, a lover of all things in moderation (no supersizing for that man), completely devoted to him family and the best father and grandfather I know.
As one of his friends once said of him, "Your dad has the ability to connect with people like few people can. He touches people's heart!"
Because we love my dad so much, we had a little birthday party for him! Since he loves golf, I kind of went for it and did a little golf theme for the cake table, complete with a golf Leader Board, some vintage golf paraphernalia and some fun cakes I made.
Here is a little taste of the party we threw for him on Saturday!
These shoes are actually cake and are the actual size and details of my dad's shoes. Did I ever tell you that I'm part of a family of giants?
This is all of us!
Happy Birthday Dad! We pray that we can celebrate many more with you!