The man I love turns a year older today, 4th of March 2008.
Not one for big celebrations, he opted for dinner outside on Saturday, since my Mom's out of town on one of her business trips yet again.
Many times I look at him and think how LUCKY and BLESSED I am to be born his daughter. I am sure somewhere, sometime, as most fathers do, he wished for a son. It's a guy thing. But he never showed it. Instead, he made me his girl. (I also know he was a bit relieved I did not turn TOO much into a girl....frills, sugar and spice and everything nice...)
I always thought he and my mom made a good combination. As a couple, they personify equilibrium and amplifies that with perfect timing. When one goes crazy, the other is sane; vice versa. When they both go crazy, it's actually fun. But I NEVER.SAW.THEM.FIGHT. Petty arguments, yes, but they just don't talk for a couple of hours, then everything's back to normal.
As parents, they are more like best friends. I can tell my mom secrets, my innermost thoughts. I could fool around with my dad like boys playing. And he gives the BEST back massage!
My Dad's got one mean sense of humor. I think I got that from him. He's so sunny of disposition that no one would think he's already 54. Such youthfulness. There's just one thing I don't get.
He's afraid of me.
*rotfl
Even my mom says that. She goes, "tell your Dad......." and I go, "Why should I?" She'll say, "He'll obey you because he's afraid of you."
Really. I don't get that at all.
But I love the guy. He's the man I love the most in the whole wide world.....!
