Some people develop strong relationships with their parents while they're still living at home, but I don't think my relationship with my Dad really even started until I left for college. And let me tell you, I have gained so much respect for him over these past six years. Sure we have our ups and downs just like any healthy family relationship, but I am one lucky girl to have a Dad like him.
A Dad who challenges me to always go one step further than I thought I could go; does everything in his power to help me reach my goals; encourages me to embrace my creativity; believes in me no matter what my absurd new interest is; has the best business advice out there; is never afraid to dole out the harsh truth that everybody else is just too nice to vocalize; is ridiculously smart; knows just as much about cars as professional mechanics do; will talk about boys with me; and perhaps best of all, will still occasionally let me pretend I'm not an adult and take care of my life for me when I just can't take the stress of the logistics anymore*. Like this week. When my car blew up.
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*But for the record, I did do my own taxes this year all on my own. No dad help, no boyfriend (aka accountant) help, nada. That should count for something.
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