An Ode to Dad

It occurred to me after reading my last (introductory) post that I brushed over a key factor and major influence in my life, Dad.

While my days growing up were filled with Mom and my sisters, my Dad's quiet reserve was seeping into my life more than I knew. Dad was/is a big part of why we are a functional functionally eccentric family. He was/is the yin to my mom's yang (not in a dirty sense! eeewww, stop!) the night to her day, the middle part of the seesaw that keeps it balanced... He and she were/are opposites in a way that complimented each other and kept our family whole. For everything my dad is, as an adult, I recognize that I am my dad's daughter. I have become a lot like him for better (a mutual love of good beer) or worse (an equally mutual love of cheap wine) and a sometimes good, sometimes bad wicked dry sense of humor.

So here is my disclaimer: For all of the funny stories I share about growing up with my mom, I also have lots of sweet stories about growing up with my dad (he would be so embarrased that I would even think about repeating them,) but he was every bit as influential to me and my take on the world.

So, here's to dad! (Now's the time to raise your glass of Franzia house red, along with my dad and me!)