To The Man Who Taught Me That Laughter Cures Everything, My Dad

To The Man Who Taught Me That Laughter Cures Everything, My Dad

The man who helps me see the warrior inside, even when the worrier speaks the loudest.


To the man who taught me that there's no ailment laughter can't cure.

The man who taught me everything I know about rock and roll.

The man who taught me to be respectful and professional.

The man who taught me to fearlessly and relentlessly stand up for myself.

The man who taught me to know my self-worth and settle for nothing less.

The man who taught me to consider how my actions affect others.

The man who taught me to weigh my options and play devil's advocate before forming an opinion.

The man who encouraged his children to work hard to achieve their dreams.

The man who helps me see the warrior inside, even when the worrier speaks the loudest.

The man who loves my mom.

The man unafraid to leave room for new growth.

The man who sat through my college graduation ceremony even though he threw out his back and could hardly walk.

The most woke man I know, my dad.

For all that and more, thank you.

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Dear Mom, From Your Daughter In College

Here are all the things our phone calls aren't long enough to say.

Dear Mom,

Do you remember when I was three and we would play together? It was the age of princesses and carpet that was actually lava, and you were the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Do you remember when I was in high school and the world seemed too big and scary? You would know exactly when to take me on a mother-daughter date and have me laughing about anything and everything, and you were the smartest woman in the whole wide world. Now, I'm buried in homework and deadlines hours away from you and we don't get to talk as much you want, but you're still the prettiest, smartest woman in the whole wide world.

I'm sorry that I don't call you as much as I should, and you know a lot of what goes on in my world via posts and pictures. Our schedules just seem to never line up so we can have the three-hour conversations about everything like I want to. I know we don't agree on absolutely everything, but I cherish every piece of advice you give me, even though it probably seems like I'm hardly listening. I know that sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but thank you for putting up with me for all of these years. Thank you for listening to me cry, complain, question things and go on and on about how everything in college is. I know I don't come home as much as I used to, but I think about you all the time. After all, you're my first friend, and therefore, my best friend.

Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, and not downing me too hard for my failures. Thank you for knowing what mistakes I shouldn't make, but letting me make them anyway because you want me to live my life and be my own person. Thank you for knowing when to ask about the boy I've been talking about, and when to stop without any questions. Thank you for letting me be my crazy, weird, sometimes know-it-all self.

Thank you for sitting back and watching me spread my wings and fly. There is no way I could have known how to grow into the woman I am today if I hadn't watched you while I was growing up so I would know what kind of person I should aspire to be. Thank you for being the first (and the best) role model I ever had. You continue to inspire and amaze me every day with all that you do, and all that you are.

I don't know how I got so lucky to have a person in my life like you, but I thank the Lord every night for blessing me with the smartest, prettiest person to be my best friend, my role model, my confidant, my person and most importantly, my mother.


Your daughter

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Dear Daddy, Thank You For Keeping A Smile On My Face

And for helping me become who I am today.


Dear Daddy,

First off I want to say thank you;

Thank you for teaching me how to carry myself from the minute I could walk.

Thank you for giving me endless life advice (that I actually take, even though sometimes it doesn't make sense).

Thank you for always pushing me to do my best.

Thank you for picking me up and dusting me off when I fall down.

Thank you for making me a strong, independent woman.

Thank you for keeping a smile on my face.

Thank you for making me tough.

Thank you for teaching me how to drive (even though I hit a turkey with my car three weeks after buying it).

Thank you for my enormous calf muscles (that can't fit into knee-high boots unless they're wide calf).

Thank you for telling me the funniest stories.

Thank you for sitting through 16 years of dance recitals, and even dancing with me all three nights for my senior solo.

Thank you for being truthful, even when the truth isn't what I wanted to hear.

Thank you for giving me a love of any shape, breed, or form, of dog.

Thank you for being my first and forever best friend.

Growing up, you were (and still are), one of my biggest supporters in everything I do. From coaching me in tee-ball (including putting up with me when I showed up in a tutu for practice), to attending every single one of my dance recitals, you were the first man to give me flowers and show me how I should be treated. You're there for me when I desperately need a shoulder to cry on or great life advice. It could be minus ten degrees outside, but I know exactly where to find you: in the garage, either listening to the radio, or cooking something on the grill. That garage, filled with an old four wheeler, numerous nuts and bolts, the grill, and Oreo's cat hair; is where I find comfort when I'm stressed. You never fail to put a smile on my face, even after I've been crying my eyes out for an hour before that. Nobody can ever give advice like you do, and sometimes you don't even give me advice. You tell me to dry my eyes and keep on moving forward.

Leaving home for the first time to come live here at Longwood was very difficult. It felt weird and still does, to not have you snoring like a chainsaw in the next room, or telling Harry dog to shut up and go to sleep when he starts braking or chewing on your blankets. It feels weird to not walk outside around four o'clock in the afternoon to have you standing in the garage, sipping on a beer, after just getting home from work. You're on speed dial whenever something seems to go horrendously wrong, or I feel too overwhelmed at school. You are always the first person I call when another light pops up on the Fiat's dashboard.

"Daddy, my check engine light's on. Can I still drive it?"

"Is it making a weird noise?"


"Go on down the road, if you break down call me."

That's typically how the conversation goes, I haven't broken down yet (let's hope I never do), and I always make it home safely for you to check it out.

Daddy, you are such a strong person, I think I've only ever seen you cry five times my whole life. You are where I get my toughness and strength from. I told myself from a young age if you broke down, I'd be the one to be strong enough for both of us. You have kept me grounded, safe, and above all, loved. No matter where life takes me, who I marry, or how far away I am. I will always be your little girl.

Thank you for everything.

I love you


Your Little Girl

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