Sunday, June 19, 2011

Strolling.

 From day one...

 
He knew I was his girl.
He taught me how to fish (and clean the boat apparently)
He taught me how to hunt (and yes, I did kill that)
He taught me to love.
 He came to every game, caught for me at every pitching practice, pushed me when it was hard...and was always my biggest fan.

He believed in me and helped me the entire way.
To this day, he still treats me like his little girl.
 Today I took a stroll down memory lane. Out came the albums, and with it came so many memories. My dad is a man who works hard for his family. Whatever he does, he does it with all of his energy. He puts 110% into any task he's given, especially our family. He has been an amazing role model, he has taught me so much about myself and the kind of person I strive to be in life. He taught me to be unique, to be different than your ordinary girl. (Refer to the hunting picture above for this). He taught me how to "hang with the guys" while out hunting, to "rough it out", to "rub some dirt on it"...but he also taught me how to be a woman with class, submission, and delicacy. He has loved me unconditionally from day one, and I have never seen that change. He has his flaws, but we all do. I'm not saying he's the perfect man, I'm saying he's the perfect dad for me :) 
Happy father's day daddy, I love you <3

For my dad...here's our song :)
Drive - Alan Jackson
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive

Just an old half ton shortbed ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal

It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would press that clutch
And I would keep it right
And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive

I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile and say

It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
A young girl two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy let me drive

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