Birthday Blog #2 DAD!

My Dad's birthday was yesterday...and I am writing his birthday blog today.

The more I have traveled the more I remember memories with my dad. I don't quite know why, but it must be a way of keeping me from missing him. I remember all the toys he use to keep for our bath times, which included military boats and helicopters. I had no idea there were other sorts of toys. My dad always tried to included military lifestyle into our family blood line. When I was younger I never really understood the "big deal" with the grunting, and the American flag. Now that I am getting a bit more informed, I have begun to realize what an awesome thing my dad can say he served in. Proud of you dad.

Other then the memories, my dad brings so much joy into my life. He is the one person I know I can call and will answer his phone at any time, unless for two reasons: 1. He can't hear it 2. He left his phone in the other room, and was watching NCSI. I love that he always finds time to have time with me. I love that when i need to talk, he is ready to listen. He is one of the best listeners i have ever met in my life. I love that after i have talked off his ear he always says, " Now, would you like my advice...you can take it or leave it." Its the way he puts it, that actually makes you want to ask for his advice. Its not like he needs to say anything, but wants to know if we want he to. I love that.

My dads favorite restaurant is Village Inn. Its not just like a frequent stop, it is my dads second home. He knows the cooks, and waiters by name, and they know him. He loves when we come home, or bring friends to introduce them to the staff. " Hi, This is my daughter Laura, and her best friend from Florida named Martha!". Ha I seriously can't help but laugh out loud thinking about it. I love that he just has his own little grove in the world. It makes me happy, that he is happy.

My dad does a few different things, but my favorite thing he does is bus driving. I think he started driving kids to school about a year ago. He gets up before the sun, loads the kids in the bus and drives them to and from school every day. His stories make me laugh so hard. My dad has a way with little kids, that is hard to explain. He can't help but try to be a dad to all of them. He tells me stories of how cute the kids are, and the stories they tell him. Of course there are the kids that cause trouble, and he has to have them clean the bus, or sit up front. It is just adorable.

I think that my dad can be his toughest crowd. Sometimes he doesn't realize all that he has done, and all that he has become. I have seen my dad change since i was 6 into an awesome man of God. He has accomplished so much, and been the best dad to me. He reminds me of the dad from full house.That sits down and just has the nicest things to say at the right moment.

The world sometimes tells us what we all need to become. What we all need to do, and what we all should look like. By this age, you need to have this and that. I would have to disagree with the world with almost everything it says. It comes up with status, and levels that are truly not from the heart. You realize that each of us, have a story and a destiny different from each other. They aren't suppose to look the same, or be the same. We were not born to mirror each other, but to show each other our own colors. Sometimes i think my dad doesn't realize that even though, his life my look different from the average, it just means that its his own. I love what he has done, and is doing with his life. Regardless of what the world holds against him to compare. My dad should own a plaque for being the best dad.

So Dad thanks for being you, and letting me always be me. Because of that, it makes it easier for my light to shine. You taught me to be all that I can be, and I believed you. Thanks for showing me a picture of my first dad...God.

: ) Love you and Happy Birthday!