797. Happy Father's Day

I am very blessed to have my wonderful husband in my life, and he is a great dad to our two sons.  But today I want to talk about someone else:  my own dad. 

My dad is my hero.  He has always been the calming presence in my life, always the one that would listen and give solid advice, always the one sitting in the front row and cheering me on.  He is the type of person that stops and helps people in wheelchairs when they are getting off rides at Disneyland, rides that involve water where you may or may not drop your sunglasses out of your pocket into the water and never get them back while helping these people.  My dad does not care about his sunglasses. 

He spied on me at my first job when I was 16 (a fast-food restaurant—I was the drive-thru girl), not so he could make sure I was doing a good job, but because he was so proud, proud of me for having a job. 

My dad is the one that paid for my religious private high school.  He put me through college.  He supported  my decision to change schools and change majors (twice).  He is the one that encouraged me to travel to Europe on study-abroad programs.

He congratulated me when I got my first airline job.  And I flew him to London, first class (finally, I was able to pay him back a little bit!). 

He has helped me all along the way with big things and small, money and time. 

I would not be where I am today without him.  This post is for you, Daddy!  I love you. 

MOV
(read more great blog posts I wrote about my dad, HERE and then HERE and next HERE)