The Lucky Daughter, Part 2

I was Daddy’s Little Girl.  No doubt about it.

When I was little and he came home from work with a 5 o’clock shadow, he’d go straight to the bathroom and shave, because I wouldn’t give him a hello kiss if his face was scratchy.

It's no wonder my mom fell in love with him.

I was about 12 when we built our camp in Grand Isle, and he and I built all the cabinets in the boat shed ourselves.  Just the two of us.

When I went away to college, he was the one who cried.

On my wedding day, just before I walked down the aisle, he asked me again if I was “sure” this was the right guy.  I said I was, because that guy was a lot like him.

He taught me well.

We worked in the same industry for a few years, and he was so proud when we’d end up at meetings and conventions together.

When I named my second child after him, he was speechless.

He taught me to enjoy the everyday moments of life, not just the big events.

Even though he’s been gone from my sight for 16 years, I still try to make him proud.


6 thoughts on “The Lucky Daughter, Part 2

  1. Anonymous

    Your dad was a great guy. I have wonderful memories of both him and you mom growing up as a child. I miss that Francesca didn’t grow up in that kind of neighborhood with such great neighbors who always looked after the other neighborhood children. Funny cause my dad never liked the unshaven look. Sometime I would ask him “Why don’t you just skip today being the weekend” He said he thought it looked scruffy. So when Gary doesn’t shave he says “I’m going scruffy” and I say…..ooooh dad is watching. LOL

    1. The Lucky Mom Post author

      Indeed, they do. I’m so lucky God gave me that particular one!

      Thanks for stopping by. I checked out your site, and your photography is AMAZING! I wish we’d had cameras that good (and photoshop) when my kids were little.

  2. Sandy

    Here’s to wonderful memories as we both embrace this Father’s Day with love for our fathers. Although they are gone, they are forever in our hearts…because, as “Daddy’s Little Girls”, we continue to thrive because of them and what they taught us!


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