Everyone that knows me knows that my dad is my best friend. Honestly. He’s the first to hear my bad news as well as the good. He’s the first to congratulate me and the first to console me. There’s not a day in the past 20 years that I haven’t felt his love and I’m so thankful that I can call my dad my best friend.
I decided to make this Sunday’s post about Father’s Day instead of self care because I don’t think dads, and my dad in particular, get the attention that they deserve. It is in the context of a loving marriage based on mutual respect and adoration that my dad taught me what love is meant to look like. It is in the patient way he guided my siblings and I through our terrible teens that he taught me to be compassionate. And in admitting his weaknesses but urging me to learn from them that my dad taught me to be humble but to strive for greatness.
Dad, I thank you. I know I forget to tell you sometimes but you are very much appreciated. I appreciate all the sacrifices you make for me, the sleepless nights you spend driving across London picking me up and making sure (my friends) and I are safe. I appreciate the phone calls you answer, whenever I call – even when you’re at work and I just want to talk about the new selfie Kim Kardashian just dropped. I appreciate your emails just checking to see that I’m okay. I appreciate your warm hugs and broad shoulders to cry on when I’m sad. I appreciate you for not only being present but for being an active, defining force in my life and there’s no way I could thank you for all that you do.
Father’s Day is that one day in the year that we take time out of our busy lives to thank our father figures whether or not they be biological or even male (some mothers are out there doing a fantastic job of being both parents) for all they do for us. If you’re interested in a real tearjerker the Tesco Advert on Father’s Day had me in floods!
Lots of love,