My Heart Belongs to Daddy

Maybe I am just sentimental tonight... But I had a great date night tonight with my dad. I took my dad out on a date tonight for Father's Day to the Playboy Jazz Festival at the Hollywood Bowl. I don't even know if he is a jazz fan, but he was crazy jazzed up about spending time with his daughter. I planned out a night for just the two of us and it was magical. People, if there is one thing that I have learned over the years, it's to appreciate your parents while they are still with you. I asked my dad questions (while slightly inebriated) that I have never asked him before: How did you propose to Mom? Was it a huge culture shock for you to move from a small town to the big city of L.A. when you were young? He is 74--almost 75 this year, and the youngest 74/75 year old you'll ever meet. Ask these questions now--while they are still with you.

My dad has been my biggest cheerleader in all my life--he's been to every soccer game (unless he was refereeing at a different field), been to every play that I have been in, and up for each year for teenage girl crazy slumber parties--he ALWAYS the loudest one cheering on the sidelines for every event... I want to marry a man like my dad. A man who can't wait to have a date night with his daughter, a man who can't wait to see what kind of person I become. I guess that is what any father can hope for: a man who loves his daughter (faults and all) and only delights in her and thinks she is the most beautiful person in the world.