My entire life I have been told that I am the spittin’ image of my pops. After looking through some old photos with my mom yesterday, it is true. But it wasn’t until I went away to college that I realized that we are more alike than I could have imagined. I constantly catch myself speaking like my dad, doing “happy dances” like him, and even minor mannerisms of his pop up in my day-to-day life.
We also share the same strengths and weaknesses. We are softies with big hearts, but when faced with science questions we struggle. We are worry-warts who wonder if we locked all the doors before falling asleep. And boy do we both love to sleep. I blame him for my affection for napping after a big meal. I also blame him for my allergies. But for each thing I blame him for, it is another thing that we bond over. Whether it be sinus headaches when the weather changes, or my affinity for scary movies, I got it my from poppa.
While we already share many attributes, I hope that number grows. He gives me great advice and knows exactly how to calm my nerves. He settles me down when I worry just a little too much, and he knows how to make me laugh. He has the sweetest intonation when he knows I just need someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on. I hope that when I become a parent, and even just as a friend and daughter and wife, I learn to have the same patience and genuine care for others.
I know you would go to the moon and back for me, Daddy, and I hope you know that I would do the same for you in a heartbeat. Happy Father’s Day, Daddio!