Every little Girls First Love

I've been trying to write a post about love for a few weeks now, but as with my love life it appears that I am falling short so I thought I would take a quick detour. They say that every little girls first love is her dad and I have been lucky enough to have both my first and second love be my Dad because I was blessed with not one but two amazing fathers. Sometimes as adults we forget (or I most certainly do) to take the time to let our parents know that we love them and they we are thankful for them. Life gets in the way and feelings are hard to talk about. So I would like to give this post to my Dad John as a written reminder of how much I love him and how he is hands down my most favourite person in the world (and I ain't even lying). Here are some of the reasons that I love my dad. 

He always let me make my own decisions and thus my own mistakes. It was the best way to learn and gain respect. I will always ask for his opinion on things because I value his thoughts. 

I can tell him anything and he wont judge me or look down on me. Because of this I don't feel I need to hide things from him. He knows all my secrets and loves me anyway. 

He taught me everything I know about cars and was patient with me while I got frustrated and took for ever to do some simple task (big fuck you to valve clearances in my Corolla. Tears of frustration there for sure) and if things got to much he would just do them. My car was built with love, not just from me but from him as well (but if you ask him he wont tell you he loved it, he will probably just mutter something about "If Mr Nissan wanted it that way, he would have made it that way") 

He always remembers my friends names and stories I tell about them and makes the time to ask me how they are doing. He taught me the value of friendships and keeping in contact with people when life could have gotten in the way. 

He instilled in me the importance of photos, memories will fade but if you have a photo its always a good reminder of old times. 

He reads my  blogs and grumbles at me for not proof reading my work. I try to be a more concise correct writer for him (even though sometimes I get lazy and tired and it doesn't happen) 

He once made me drive to the local Coles and park in about 40 different car parks before we could get out. It made me angry but because of it I am a very good driver and excelled at parking (parallel parking got the better of me for a long time though) 

His fridge is always full of Polony and Spearmint Milk for me when I go back to Perth because he knows that I cant get it here and I miss it. 

He sends me stupid text messages about Zombies and building boats of out Credit Cards that always make me smile no matter what kind of mood I am in. I once sent him a message to tell him that I loved him and his response was "If you really loved me you would buy me an army of Minions so I could take over the world". I am working on it, at the moment its an IOU Minion Army. 

When I broke up with my first boyfriend he took me shopping and bought me a pair of Purple Snake Skin Mary Janes, he would give me the time to be upset over break ups but remind me that on the grand scheme of things these boys wont really matter. And you know what, he was right, they didn't. 

On Valentines Day he always sends me flowers, it makes me feel special and realise that even without some Romantic love I am still special and treasured (or he doesn't want to hear me whinging that no one loves me) 

He is an amazing role model on how to treat people, he is patient and kind and gives everyone the benefit of the doubt.  

He constantly pushes me to be better than I am because he believes that I can be more than what I am even when sometimes I lose sight of that myself. He is always in my corner even when I don't deserve it (which is a lot of the time) 

I wouldn't be the some what well adjusted human that I am today if it wasn't for his influence and his love. Raising teenage girls is tough and probably even tougher when the devil spawn didn't originally come from you but I would like to hope that over the years I  have given him more reason  to be proud than disappointed (though I know that there are a lot of those moments as well). I would also like to apologise for being a whinging impatient teenager and an equally whinging, needy and impatient adult who threw tantrums when things didn't go my way. I may be 30 years old but I am still 100% a daddy's girl and sometimes I just need to act like that. This last few years have been tough and not once have I seen him falter and if I can turn out to be half the person that he is I will be happy.  

I love you John and if I forget to tell you or I am being an exceptionally difficult child please look back over this list and realise that I am probably not doing it on purpose. Now lets never speak of this feeling stuff again, it makes my eyes perspire and that can bring no good to anyone 

Love and Little Girls 

Miss K