I wasn't kidding ... I am serious about this thing ... this BLOG!
Bet you thought that I forgot, huh?!?! Bet that you thought that my day just got too busy to blog. Well, it was a busy day, but ... here's one of the things that you will learn about me over time ... I am tenacious, dedicated and I stick to my guns! So ... let's get on with this thing, shall we? ;-)
I've been pondering all day ... where do I begin? Most people seem to be interested in the end. In me and My Dad, our journey and all it's fabulous, ooeeeyy, gooeeey, glowing goodness!!! Some might say that it is kind of like a warm, freshly broken chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven. The chocolate drips, and molds, and gets in places that you didn't even realized you touched. The smell fills every crevice of your home. And, the taste ... well, the taste is simply delicious. If you like chocolate, that is.
It's that kind of awesomeness that has filled EVERY day of our 8 month, 13 day and 4 hour father/daughter relationship! (Not that I am counting or anything.) Even the sticky ones have been wonderfully amazing! And, yep - there have been some sticky days, but that's another story for another day.
As a matter of fact, if I weren't right in the middle of this amazing journey, then I might find it a bit sickening! I might even HIDE me on Facebook. Well ... maybe not everyone finds it disturbing, but I think that most people my age do, at least. (People who are parents seem to revel in it!) I can't blame them (people my age). I talk about my Dad all the time, and that's weird!!! My Dad said this ... My Dad and I did that ... Look at this photo of me and My Dad ... Can you even believe My Dad taught me ...? Yeah, I get it. Who (at my age) talks about their Dad, and yearns to be with him so much?!? Me!
It's not the kind of novelty that I really had the chance to roll around in or get used to when I was growing up. You see, My Dad wasn't always the person that I called "Dad". There was another guy (let's just call him M for the sake of blogging). For 28 years, I thought that I was M's and he was mine. He was my BIG, and I was his LITTLE ... so I thought. Turns out, he had some sort of inkling that I wasn't his LITTLE after all. He eventually told me so. I'm so thankful that he did. Mom and I spent many nights discussing this very topic. She had an absolute certainty that what M was suggesting couldn't possibly be true. But, that too ... is a story for another day.
It's not like what we had was bad ... me and M. He took care of me the best way that he knew how, and more than that - I did my very best at taking care of him. I still would if he needed me too! There will always be a place in my heart for M. After all, we go WAY BACK together! (I promise to tell you ALL about it one day! Or, may two or three days -- there are lots of stories there ;-) ) However, M could have never given me the kind connection that I now experience with My Dad, no matter how hard he tried. There are things that My Dad and I just "get" innately, without any explanation at all. It creates a sensation in me that is so challenging to explain. But, don't you worry - I am going to give it a good ole' college try!
I am so very grateful for the connection that My Dad and I share! The over whelming feelings of joy and appreciation wash over me often. I am so humbled that I am crippled into uncertainty and disbelief ... is this really REAL? I never knew that this is the way it could feel to be A KID! ...to be someone's KID! ...to be My Dad's KID!!! With no disrespect to my family and absolutely no whining intended ... only the most honest truth ... I've only just be given the chance to be a kid now that I am all grown up. Only, I was actually a child once ... and that my friends, is where I will begin! In the beginning ...
You see there are SO MANY reasons why this story is so magical and so sweet!!! While I could go on for days (quite literally) about me and My Dad (how it happened ... our similarities ... our differences ... what Mom thinks ... how did bro and sis handle it ... what My Becky (Dad's wife) thinks ... my new family (Grandma, Grandpa, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and more) ... how is M ... what does my husband think ... etc.), you will never understand the FULL impact of the stories that until you know what life was like before My Dad - when I lived my life without him. Like ... how did my Mom get in this pickle anyway? Who is M? What is he like? And, siblings? Who are they? Marriage? (Yep, I'm married - for almost 8 years now.) Who is he, and what is that like? All of these answers will be very helpful for you while you read along in this journey of mine!
So, my friends ... tomorrow ... the beginning. Good night - C
