Daddy's little girl.

October 12th, 2014

Dad and I at the Cubs games
this summer.

  I think that's an understatement. I really am my Dad's favorite and little girl.
  It's been something on my mind recently, and I can say despite not always being the right "father figure" for me when seeing him as a parent, he truly does care for and love me. He puts up with my anxiety, mood swings, horrible golf skills, and many other things. I should appreciate him more for it. He's an interesting guy, to say the least.
  Not born in this country, you wouldn't know it because he came here when he was nine and had time to "Americanize" himself. He loves golf, eating, the Denver Broncos, real football (soccer), food, cherry flavored Pepsi, RC and Dr. Pepper, the Chicago Cubs, ice cream and popsicles, and his children. Did I mention he loves food and eating?!

He's pretty good a golf, but I call him
Happy because he has the worst temper
when things don't go his way.

  Even though he never remarried to even dated (to my knowledge, at least. It's VERY unlikely), he still seems happy with life. He acts more like an adult-friend than a parent during situations when he needs to be a parent, but he didn't do a too bad of a job raising me (I'm not trying to put him down as a parent; it's just my perspective compared to my friend's parents).
  I feel like I'm probably his best friend (without any talk on his personal issues that any dad would discuss with his daughter, if he has any..). He doesn't go out a lot with adults his age, besides his golf buddies that he runs into at the course and our family, and spends more time being independent and doing stuff with us kids. I love that about him.

Dad and I at graduation,
of course.

  He's learned to be supportive of my again even though I stopped playing softball. That was the hardest thing for him. We worked hard throughout the years on building a career, but he loved it more than I did. He got over it and started to treat me like a daughter again. When I showed him how I spent my time at Muskingum within Orbit Media and my courses, I loved seeing his face light up seeing the evidence. He doesn't fully understand exactly what I was doing and how it all works, but he knew I was good and was proud of me. It was so cute when he took a picture of the plaques in Caldwell with my names on it.

Highland Woods in
Hofftman Estates, Illinois.

  Now that I am trying to get serious about golf, he always wants to buy me new clubs and will text me at work to leave and meet him at the course. Golf is not only a difficult sport, it's also kind of relaxing. I mean, look at this picture. It's breathtaking to play with skies and sunsets that make all my other problems nonexistent for just long enough. He sometimes doesn't like when I stop to take pictures, but I have to, and I'll look back on it and think of how great it was to spend those golf outings with him.
  The point is, he isn't a perfect parent, and I'm not a perfect daughter. But, he does a hell for a lot of me. When I get my dream job working with The Golf Channel (or anything related to golf and my field of study), I promise him free golf and anything else for him that I can afford, haha.