My daddy

Ya know, this morning I was thinking about how this coming Wednesday I will be going biking at Ft. Custer with my daddy. Having a little Miranda-daddy day. He called me this morning and said that Wednesday was okay-ed for him to have it off so we could spend the better part of the day just me and him. After I hung up with him, I just kind of sat there and thought about it for a minute. I tried to put myself in his shoes, if I were him and I had a daughter like me, I would want to try and be a part of my daughter's life too. I know I moved out, and I know I don't get to see my parents as much as I'd like to, but I am fully aware I'm not a little kid anymore, and my parents' schedule doesn't revolve around me anymore like it did when I was a kid. And since I'm trying to make it out in the real world, and they're just trying to live a good life and try to be apart of my life. Which I can only imagine is hard, since I'm either working or cleaning the house, or taking care of Tony's brothers or something...But I do try, when ever my mom asks us to come over for dinner, I always try and make it so both Tony and I can come, sometimes we can't just because of Rebecca's schedule, but most of the time, we can, and we play euchre and my mom always tries to make sure she cooks comfort food or something I like. Since my parents are at the bike shop a lot, I always try and stop by there and see them when I have a chance so I can say hi to them and talk to them and see what's going on in their lives, just because I like to know. It's almost odd, I realized the other day that I call them or talk to them almost every day, weather I call them or they call me, but then after I continued to think about it, I wondered if they knew I was grateful for all the stuff they do for me, like how my dad wants to go and pay my medical bill, and fix my truck, whatever the case is, they always help me out, not just because I can't do it myself, don't get me wrong, I don't expect my parents to always help me out, I could do it on my own, but it would be very hard, but I could do it, but they just do because I am who I am. I am my parents daughter. I'm glad my parents are who they are; I see other kids parents and I am glad my dad is who he is and my mom is who she is. My dad has given me 2 cars and bought me 1, and with all the stuff that parents have done for me, I could never repay them.

But I am looking forward to going biking with my dad this Wednesday, just to be able to spend time with him and talk to him about everything and while doing so, I will probably think back to all the times when I was little and was a "daddy's girl", like when we'd go to the Christmas tree place and my mom and him would find a tree that they'd think they'd like and my dad would put his glove on top so they could keep looking but know that they liked that tree. I like thinking about the little things that made me happy back then.

Well, I guess all I'm really trying to say is that I appreciate my parents, and I love them and I'm glad that they are mine.