When I was little, I used to go out to my dad’s office behind the barn, sit in his giant desk chair with him and watch Disney movies. He’d make a huge bowl of popcorn, let me pick the movie, and allow me to stay up far past my bedtime. Being a computer geek (as my mom affectionately calls him), my dad exposed me to lots of technical things – from spark plugs, to cameras, to circuit boards. Sorry I always pretended the circuit boards were tiny fairy cities. I realize now, as an adult, that that wasn’t their intended purpose. My dad has always been the more cautious of my parents, which is where I get my “pre-worrier” traits. But, even when allowing your thirteen year old daughter to flip through the air above a four-inch balance beam terrified you, you have always been there to support me and cheer me on. Last year, as you walked me down the aisle, you held my arm tightly and kept reminding me to smile, walk slowly, and not to trip.
Today is Father’s Day, so I wanted to take a moment to write and say thank you to my dad. Thanks, Dad, for always supporting me, even when it was scary, and for watching silly animated movies throughout my childhood. And, let’s be honest, continuing to watch children’s movies with me now.