Like many father/daughter relationships, I have a special one with mine. We have a strong bond and a connection I treasure. Throughout my life he has always made me, my Mom, and my sister feel special and loved.
As a young farm girl I have wonderful memories of being around the animals. One of my favorite memories was the daily ritual of climbing on the long, silver, metal gate that separated the green pasture from the barnyard. As my Dad herded the livestock back to the barn at the end of each evening, he would swing that gate closed, signifying the end of another work day; but to me it was the greatest ride in the world.
Another special memory were the times I would tag along with my Dad to Milwaukee in the big “straight” truck, to haul corn, wheat or oats to the Continental Grain Co. I didn’t want him to be lonely during those trips, and I loved the time we spent talking and laughing. On special occasions he would let me pick out a soda at the food truck outside the grain silos, while we patiently waited in line to weigh and sell the harvested grain. He was the coolest dad, EVER!
Many people know my father by his firm handshake/grip and he taught his children, and grandchildren the importance of a good handshake. This grip also served him well when meeting any would be suitors that wanted to date one of his daughters. He made no bones about who was boss and in charge; most boys left shaking in their boots, which I am guessing made him smile, and was exactly the reaction he was going for.
Like many father/daughter relationships ours is a bond that can’t be broken. Growing up, he was everything to me, and still is today. He is my teacher, my inspiration and my hero; I will never be too old to be a Daddy’s girl. Happy birthday to the most important man in my life.
xoxox…..your baby girl