Dedication to Daddy

Today's my dad's birthday. I was thinking, at 2AM in the morning, about all of the almost sixteen years (of which thirteen I can actually remember) I've spent with my father. I realized there are people out there who don't have thirteen years of memories with their father. There are people out there who don't even know who their fathers are. I'll be honest. Not all of those memories are sugar-coated and happy, but at least I have those years of memories.

As much as we've argued and yelled at each other, there's no person I would've argued with and yelled at than my dad. Believe me I love him and I'll always love him, but I don't always like him.

I think it's funny because my mom says we're just alike. Truthfully, she right, but I'll never admit it to her face. We're both extremely stubborn so we'll never be able to sit in the same room and talk to each other for more than an hour without arguing. 

He always wants to know "Why?" I usually say "Honesty is the best policy," but not when it comes to my parents (at least not always). They ask me to tell them the truth, but they don't really want to know the truth. I remember the topic of divorce came up in the car and my dad asked my sister and I "If me and mom ever got divorced, who would you want to live with? Tell the truth." Of course we both chose our mother and of course he asked "Why?" We said, "Because she's mom." Of course, he was offended. We told him not to take it personal.

There isn't always an explanation for everything and not everything needs an explanation. Some things are just the way they are.

So, Happy Birthday, Daddy.