I couldn't imagine living do far away from my parents that I couldn't get on a plane and go see them. As this pregnancy has really made me very emotional I am realizing that I probably am celebrating one of the last birthdays I will have with my dad. I love my dad and even when I'm rite or wrong he still stands by me. He's truly defined me as a person. Not the bad part of me or the spiteful vindictive part of me , but the good part. The part where I've given the shirt off my back and the shoes off my feet to people less fortunate. The part about truly caring for others that makes the good in me. To be a better friend, wife and mother. To swallow my pride and live and let live. That's not to say I didn't get my bad side from him because I did, but it's not what defines me and isn't what I am proud of. I'm proud of him balancing me as a person. Happy birthday daddy.
