My dad always wanted a son, but was blessed with two daughters. After his initial attempts to turn my sister into a sports prodigy, I was his last chance. My bedtime stories of fairies and castles, always seemed to end with me (the princess) throwing the hail mary to win the game!
He taught me to play baseball. Hours were spent quizzing me on hypothetical plays, throwing the ball in front of the house, and researching each aspect of baseball! What can I say, sports were “our thing,” and I loved every second of it.
As I grew, the sports changed. Baseball. Volleyball. Cheerleading. Basketball. Track & Field. The one constant throughout the years was my dad, his love and support. Always the loud parent yelling “THAT’S MY DAUGHTER,” as I sunk an impossible basket. He was my own personal cheerleader and coach. He told me when I sucked, helped me when I was hurt, and taught me never to give up! I know our relationship started long before I was born, but for me sports bonded us together.
Dad, you have been a driving force behind all that I do! You have showed me that with hard work, practice, and laughter you can achieve anything. Thank you for reminding me to live with joy, and to approach each day as “the first day of the rest of your life!”