1. Surprise trips to the Cleveland Zoo. My dad is a music teacher so he always had summer off to spend with us girls. My sister and I would be in our rooms or outside just playing, doin’ our thing, then suddenly he’d tell us to to drop what we were doing and get in the car. He’d never tell us the destination, but let us sit in the back seat and make wild guesses as to where we were going. Most of the time he’d take us to the toy store or to get ice cream, but I remember a lot of times where we ended up at the zoo.
2. When my mom was pregnant with me, for whatever reason, my parents were certain I was going to be a boy. Then I was born and all of my dad’s hopes of father-son activities were crushed. But rather than give into more Christmases spent shopping down the pink aisles of Toys R Us, my dad raised me as a tom boy. He bought me Legos and Hot Wheels and let me play in the dirt. He also played catch with me in the backyard all the time. I’m definitely not an athlete, but thanks to my dad I at least know how to throw and catch a baseball now!
3. You may or may not know that I’m a huge fan of old Godzilla movies – well, that trait is courtesy of my dad as well. We used to watch them all the time and whenever my family would go to SunCoast, if I saw a Godzilla movie we didn’t own, we had to buy it and watch it ASAP.
4. One day back in the Spring of 1995, my dad piled my sister and I into the back of our old, gold Oldsmobile [say that five times fast!] and drove us off to an unknown location, much like when taking us to the zoo. But, this time we didn’t venture quite as far. We ended up at the local animal shelter and my dad told us girls to pick out any kitten we wanted. And that’s how we acquired Pookey. She was our cat for the next 15 years and probably the reason I’m so in love with the little fur balls now!
5. Of course I had to include my wedding day! My dad isn’t much of a crier – in fact I think I’ve only seen him cry two times in my whole life. He didn’t cry while walking me down the aisle or giving me away, but during the father-daughter dance [which I had to coerse him into doing] he was definitely tearing up. He’s such a mush!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!
I LOVE YOU!