Love Without Words

October 13, 1964

November 23, 1991

December 18,1997

These dates are some of my favorites.:)

My dad was born October 13, 1964.

My parents got married November 23, 1991.

I was born on December 18, 1997.

I absolutely love my family. I have been blessed with such amazing parents who love us crazy kids and are great people to everyone. They have raised us to be kind to others and I always strive to be like my parents. All of these dates brought me my family and I can’t ever show enough gratitude for them.

Although my mom says differently, my dad has always told me I was a daddy’s girl.  He would always take us on amazing outings, hikes, and camp trips. I loved these adventures and I was never more than two steps behind Dad, jumping off cliffs or climbing up trees. I don’t know what it is about teenage girls but when I became a sassy teenager, me and my dad weren't so close.  I guess I lost my footing and fell a few steps back from him, but he has never been too far from me to see how great he is.  

I have his bright green eyes. I have his stubborn attitude.  Sadly, I also have his bad communication skills. We used to not talk about anything but surface discussion topics.  He would ask about my day, I would reply, “It was fine. I gotta go do homework.” Although we didn’t talk much with words, he spoke a very clear message to me about how much he loved me.

When I was about thirteen, I decided to paint my room from gray to tan.  For some reason, this task was way harder than I anticipated. I painted for weeks. Little patch here one day. Little spot here another.  I could only reach about five feet from the ground so there was a gray area for about four feet along the whole room that I couldn’t seem to get done. After a long day at school I went down stairs to my room and every wall was painted light tan. I was dry and perfect. My dad never mentioned anything about it but I made sure to thank him. He blew my gratitude off like it was nothing but I think he knew how much it meant to me.

I see him doing small acts of service for my mom all the time as well. He hates doing the dishes but he does them almost every single day, just to make her happy.  He has made our house a playground and spent countless hours building swing sets, fire places, and even a pool, so we can have fun.

My dad may not be the most outgoing or loquacious person I know, but he shows his love for our family, and for everybody through his kind acts of service. Sometimes I forget all he does for us and I have to remind myself of all the things he has done willingly without ever being asked.

I am so grateful for my dad and the wonderful man he is. I’m so glad that I have such a great person to look up to as a dad. He has instilled a sense of service in me and made me want to be like him when I grow up.  Finally, I am able to talk to him now and I get the chance to learn more everyday.