A bit of a tradition, that my kiddos absolutely cannot stand, is playing Rebecca Black's Friday on the way to school, sometimes I will play it loudly (like today) from the TV in the living room while annoyingly tapping on the older boy's door repeatedly. I am all sorts of levels of obnoxious in the mornings and I get it from my dad. My favorite thing my dad ever did was wake my sister and I up mornings by belting out "You are my Sunshine" as he came into our rooms to wake us up. So you see, I get it pretty honestly. The man cannot carry a tune in a bucket, people. It felt like torture at the time to hear it almost every morning and I can remember more than one occasion begging him to stop, my sister joining in the request with me.
But those are fucking memories! Those are great memories! Hearing my sister screaming from her room, him in the hallway still singing at the top of his lungs with, definitely with a smile on his face. And now I get to do this shit to my kids? Its the little things you have to really relish.
Also, as I'm writing this on Thursday to post tomorrow, I'm thinking about my dad, it's his birthday! (Yesterday was. Today is just the 13th. FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH!)
Feel good Fridays, guys. I was gonna ramble about my rabbit because he makes me feel good and, literally, feels good. (So soft, so fluffy. Omg. I die!) But instead I will talk about how great it is to have a dad like mine.
My dad has always been on a different level than most parents. He's never sweated the small stuff and was never weird about things. He raised two teenage girls as a single parent and, in my totally biased opinion, nailed that shit. I'm sure if I picked apart my childhood I could find something negative to say about him, but I won't ever do that. My dad is, without exaggerating, the best man I think I'll ever know.
I sometimes refer to people as "next level people," which comes from reading a book by Edgar Cayce in which he describes reincarnation as a way to, basically, level your soul up enough to return to Heaven. (I don't believe in this theory, but I do really, really love it.) My dad would be one of the people towards the end of leveling up, closer than the rest of us to Heaven. I've met like a handful of people like this in my life and, you'll know them, goodness and care seem to shine out of them. My dad is next level. From teaching us to give to the less fortunate, to always having a joke prepared, for loving people who did/do not always deserve it, for being supportive when he doesn't necessarily agree, to being totally honest when necessary...
I know for certain that without him a lot of people would be lost. It's impossible to not love the man. I know I'm horribly biased, but it's also true.
He adopted many teens with terrible home lives, he never made himself unapproachable, the man stayed up every night waiting for my sister and I to get home safely. The only thing I would change is my own inability to fully appreciate him until I was firmly into parenthood myself. I'll never cease to be amazed at the lengths my dad goes to for not only his daughters/grandchildren, but everyone he can possibly help.
So my dad is amazing and I love him. My sister is cooking dinner and I'm baking some cakes/bringing a salad for his birthday celebration on Saturday. We gave him his birthday to go out drinking, because why wouldn't a man in his sixties go out and get lit on his birthday??
I hope I'm as cool as my dad one day and if my boys love me even half as much as I love him, I'll know I was a great mom.
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