- 7 years ago
Even if no one takes the time to read this it will feel good to just let it all out this morning. I am leaving after work today to go home for the first time since April. I am extremely close with my family, and my parents are my biggest supporters in my life besides my husband to be. The back story to my parents:
They met and were married within 6 months, and that was 25 years ago. It was not a first marriage for either of them, but they fell in love quickly and made it work. My Dad had a son from a previous marriage who was a teenager at the time. When my parents married, they were 19 ½ years apart. My mother and her now step son were only 10 years apart in age. Sound crazy yet?
My Dad was seriously injured in a work accident that left him totally disabled when I was less than a year old. Long story short: my Dad was left to be Mr. Mom to me and my mother continued to work. We were incredibly blessed as a family, since my mom has a great job that she absolutely LOVES, and was able to financially provide for our family.
Growing up, my Dad ( who is 6’5, 260 lbs), used to play tea party with me, take me to see all the Disney movies in the summer, pack my lunch everyday with little notes, take me shopping, fix my hair, let me work in the garage with him on projects around the house. Every Saturday we would let Mom sleep in and go get breakfast at the donut shop down the road. He made me chocolate milk every day before school growing up. When my sister was born he called us his “little buddies” and we became a little unit. My sister and I are 4 years a part, but extremely close. We had our usual sibling fights, but we have always been each others best friends. My mom and I shared a special bond, too… when I was a teenager she showed me a lot of tough love and discipline… but she always brought me a cup of coffee when things weren’t going great. She also took a lot of time off of work to make sure she was around as much as possible. Even though her job title meant she had to be out of the country and overseas a majority of the time.. she never missed a volleyball or basketball game.
When I went to college I started dating a guy who was all kinds of wrong for me… my parents tried to council me, but they let me make my own choices. Long story short… the relationship ended.. miserably I might add. They helped me pick up the pieces, let me bear my soul whenever I wanted and helped me move to a different city. My moving has torn my Dad up, since making long road trips are not easy for him. I try to talk to him every couple of days, but his health is getting worse and worse. He is having a procedure done in the Fall that should help him with his disability and relieve a lot of the pain. He met my Fiance and there was “insta love” between the two of them haha. My Fiance even won over my older brother ( which is NO easy task… my brother is 17 years older than me and feel/acts like a 2nd dad). So during the time we dated, everyone knew that Fiance had the ring ( except me) and everyone was waiting for the call…
We got engaged in June. My mom helped me pick out my wedding dress a few weeks ago… and when she showed my Dad the picture of me in it he wept. He loves my Fiance.. and thinks we are the best things for each other. He is a very emotional man, anyways… but this is the first time I will see him since getting engaged. I am just looking forward to spending time with him over Labor Day, and even though some days I wish the wedding would just hurry up already and get here..I remind myself that 8 months is not really that long, and for that short time I will still be my dads baby girl. He still wants to hold on to his last few moments of “us” time before I am married and having someone else take care of me.
I guess I am just feeling nostalgic… since these moments don’t happen as often as I would like them to and I think of all both of my parents have done. My Dad still remembers what I wore to school my first day of Kindergarten and has a black and white picture of me and him hanging in his closet of when I was about 4 years old and we were playing Beauty and the Beast with my plastic Disney dolls.
I tear up when I think about how emotional he and I will be as he is walking me down the aisle. I just may cry when I see him again! So for everyone out there waiting like I am for the big day… take time to enjoy these last few days/months/years and the people who have helped see you through to this point in life, whether that be family or friends.