Dna doesn’t choose your dad, Your dad chooses you! My dad was my first example of how your family is what you make, not necessarily who gave you life. Of course I did not understand this until I was ten years old. my dad began dating my mother when I was around one, and they have since married and 33 years later are still going strong. He obviously didn’t give me my DNA, but his love for me is just the same.
I remember him at all of my band concerts, and the brief stint I did cheerleading. Yeah that wasn’t for me, don’t ask. He watched actual surgeries on T.V with me because my mom wouldn’t ( said they were gross) and I wanted to be a doctor at the time. So he sat there and watched them, just me and him. He spanked me when I needed it, and looked out for me too. We went camping and tubing. Did all the things dads like to do. He also watched soaps with us, yeah I’m admitting that on the internet!
Knowing how much I hated burnt popcorn, he would always eat the bad batch! Just so I could make another for myself! Excited for me to drive, He brought home a !976 Bright orange Camaro! and if I could see over the hood of it, with my 5’1″ self then I would probably still have that car!He walked me down
the beach sand the aisle, and came rushing to the hospital as I had my miscarriage. He rubbed my head, as I felt the worst pain I ever could have imagined. He comforted me. When I needed him, he was there.
He waited nervously as I had my three c Sections and cried when I told him that I was pregnant with my son! He plans on taking him places and showing him the ropes. He would take the girls too, but they wouldn’t stay. He loves everyone he meets, and know just about everyone in our town. He is my first example of a man. He loves to watch the races, loves life and to laugh! He is funny and kind, and kind of embarrassing, but most important of all he is my Dad!