If you have met me or have spoke to me before, you probably know how I feel about my dad. At 36 years old I still have no problem in the fact I am still a daddy's girl.
Growing up there are the obvious reasons why he was my hero, he was a firefighter, a police officer, handsome, brave and well, my dad. But as I reached the teenage years he became my friend, someone I wanted to be like and the person I would go to when life didn't make sense. He always had a way of dissecting problems and help make me realize what I needed to do or how I needed to deal with things. He made me feel special, he gave me my confidence, he was an adult size version of my best friend.
I got older, moved far away, needing to prove to myself that I could stand on my own. And I did...kinda. 3,000 miles away I still needed my dad (and not just for a flight home). He was still that person that I called to make things right. Guaranteed whenever I called we wouldn't get off the phone till I was 'ok' with whatever issue a 20 something yr old goes through.
I got older, moved far away, needing to prove to myself that I could stand on my own. And I did...kinda. 3,000 miles away I still needed my dad (and not just for a flight home). He was still that person that I called to make things right. Guaranteed whenever I called we wouldn't get off the phone till I was 'ok' with whatever issue a 20 something yr old goes through.
I move home, married my awesome husband and had 3 beautiful babies and today that's what phase of my life I am in. But it seems no matter what phase I am in, Marc Robert Chambers still plays a major roll in my life. Now, I'm the parent, I work full time, my weekends are filled with soccer and football games and busier than I have ever been before and I do my best to be the kind of parent that my Mom and Dad were to me. And DAMN, it is hard work!
I don't get to see my Dad as much as I want, I don't get to talk to him as much as I want as my days consist of trying to keep up and do as good as a job as he did. But at the end of the day this man is still the one I call for the exact same reasons I did when I was a kid. Yes I believe I am lucky and no I don't think every girl has the same type of relationship as I do with my Dad. He isn't just my Dad, he is my rock, he is my friend, and I can honestly say there are so many people and reasons why I am the person I am today but without him, I don't know where I would be on this very day.
Dad, you are my James Taylor, you are my hero, your that person that I look to when the world makes me wonder. So as I sit here writing this with a lump in my throat and big tears in my eyes knowing that someone else also thinks this about their dad, but ya know what?! they are wrong. You are my one and only and I just love and adore you more than I could ever express on a blog, a card or in person.
Thank you Pops, Happy Birthday and thank you for being my one and only.
