My dad comes up quite a bit in this blog. In fact, he was in the very first of these 500 (wow, time flies) consecutive posts. I suppose it's a testament to the good father he's been throughout my life, supporting every crazy thing I've done from jumping out of airplanes to moving to New York. As much as he may hate that I've been away from home for so long chasing my ambitions, he knows that he has only himself to blame. For he taught me to always follow my passion. And I learned that by his example.
I always remember my grandpa today as well. We lost him when I was 16, but thankfully have a lifetime of memories to carry with me. I remember him standing at the grill as the family gathered outside, enjoying a summer afternoon. I remember his collection of Energizer Bunnies, and the way he sat side by side with my grandma in their rockers with his dog, Sam on his lap. When I think of him, I think of a man who survived more obstacles in his life than probably anyone else I know.
There are few occasions more important to a woman, than her wedding day. Mine was beautiful and everything I could have wanted for such an event. I wasn't nervous about seeing Eddie for the first time, or vowing to be with him forever. I knew that would be fine. I didn't need a ceremony to tell me that. But I was nervous about my dad walking me down the aisle and "giving me away." I knew that would put a lump in my throat. And our father/daughter dance later on, did even more than that. But nearly 4 years later, I am still my father's daughter. And one of the most wonderful things about getting married, is gaining a new family. I have two wonderful grandpas now and a father-in-law, all who I know I can depend on for anything. So today, I am thinking about all the fathers in my life and how blessed of a daughter, granddaughter and daughter-in-law I am!
"I may have found my Prince Charming, but dad will always be King!"
Little Eddie and his dad (Awwww!)
**Top 2 photos by Frank Ekeler**
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