I just finished watching "Meet Joe Black" and my face is drying from tears of extreme love for none other than my Dad. Even thinking about this makes me want to cry. It is so odd to be overwhelmed with love for someone I rarely see. Maybe that's what intensifies this love.
In the movie, the Dad so reminded me of my Dad and watching him dance with his baby girl made me lose it. Every father and bride dance at weddings makes me tear with a combination of joy and sadness. Joy because of how much I love my Dad, how much I look up to him, how much I simply adore his rough construction-provide-for-you-even-in-the-hard-times hands, his prayers, his crossed chicken legs on nap day (Sunday), how much I need his wisdom in my life.
I cry with sadness because I long to be closer and closer to my dear old Dad. Every time we hug goodbye, it is all I can do to not burst into tears. I do not ever want to have to leave my parents.
And for some reason, it is completely different with my mom. Our love is much more like best girlfriends, and I wouldn't change it for the world. She is an amazing inspiration in my life, as well as a source of wisdom, encouragement and love.
But Dear Old Dad, today this is a sonnet for you from a little girl head over heels for her Daddy. I love you.
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