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To the Dad that chose me

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 downΒ  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!

My dad with me while pregnant with my son!


I am a wife of ten years, mom of three, Nurse and student! My household is quite chaotic and busy. With a six year old going on sixteen. we shall call her "Sassy", a four year old, who is stubborn as a mule, she shall be called " mini me", and a one year old, we will call "Buddy". Our girls do Ballet, and our son, well he is all boy! Very curious and always getting in to something. When we found out we were having a boy i laughed and said " god must have known we needed a little less diva in our life," Ha, little boys are quite the handful! I love my kids with all of my heart, and i love my job too! As a nurse leader i get to see many sides to healthcare and help encourage and guide new nurses. I love taking care of patients and being able to have grown up talk and then come home to my babies. The house is usually chaotic with lots of tantrums, and messes, but i wouldn't change it for a bit. On the rare occasion that i am able to have some spare time to myself, i like to read, bake and decorate cakes, and take pictures of my kiddos. Time to myself is rare so i decided to start this blog to have a creative outlet and connect with other working moms, who might be going through the same situations as myself. I hope you enjoy my thoughts and stories as a mom, student, wife and Nurse! These stories will range from Diapers and tutus to meetings and boardrooms! and everything that falls in between. Enjoy and thanks for visiting my site.

16 thoughts on “To the Dad that chose me

  1. Beautiful! ❀
    I was raised by my grandfather (papa) , so while we did share DNA, he really didn't *have* to take responsibility of me. But, he did. He sat with me when I was sick, waited outside my recovery room while I had my tonsils removed. He worked nights, but I always remember him making sure he was there for my important events (dance recitals)

    We're lucky to have amazing men in our lives who filled that missing piece.

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