Daddy's little girls

There is a reason why we use the phrase Daddy’s little girl. A father is the first man you love in life. He is the man that protects you, consoles you and just downright spoils you. Since I grew up with 3 sisters, my father was able to love each and every one of us in a special way. He made us feel as important as the next.

This past summer my father went through some serious medical concerns. There was a period of a week or so that my sisters and I did not know how things were going to turn out. At the moment my mother told us that our father was not well and that there may be some bad news, I immediately panicked. My whole childhood raced through my mind. I constantly stated that I was too young for my father to not be well; I could not accept that things may not turn out the way we wanted them to.

My father is a very proud person. He is the kind of man that never complained about pain, or feeling tired, and to my memory, he never had a “man cold”. He just carried on life the way it should be lived. When you are used to your father only showing strength, than for a small second you cannot imagine your father showing anything else.

Thankfully, everything worked out well for him and he is going to be fine. I know I should prepare myself in life for the not so nice things that happen to us as we age, but I felt like a small child who did not want to “play” that game. My sister would tell me that we have to accept the fact that our parents are aging and that they will not always be what they once were. To me, those words were devasting. How could she be saying that my father is getting old? My father is not getting old, he is just growing up.

When a daughter thinks about her father, she only thinks of the man that guided her in life. The man that taught her how to ride a bike; the man who lectured her when she did not come home on time; the man who purposely judged any young boy his daughter brought home; the man that walked her down the aisle; and the man that told her no man was ever worth crying over. This is the man that we look up to. This is the man that we have the up most respect for. This is the man that we would start a fight with our spouse over, if he ever criticised his methods of doing things.

A father is someone who stays silent in the sidelines. He is someone who secretly tells your mother that boy is not good enough for you, and he is someone that teaches you that you should always have enough gas to take you home. That man is my father. He is the man that I always respected and (most of the time) I took his loving advice. He is the man that walked me down the aisle; that danced at my wedding with me, and he is the man that taught me how to charge the battery of my car if I accidently left the lights on.

This summer my father gave us all a scare. A part of me was not ready to accept anything but good news, but a part of me was also preparing for the worst. I know that one day we all have to lose our parents, but at this point in my life, I refuse to be ready for that. He still has a lot to do in this lifetime with his 4 daughters and his 7 grandkids. He will still have to be annoyed when we all show up unannounced wanted to be fed, for a lot longer, because we are not ready to be without our father. We are not ready to be “adults” just yet.

We still love the fact that he is around (opinion and all..lol), and we are still loving the fact that he brings us a coffee on Saturday mornings, but most of all we are still loving the fact that we are daddy’s little girls.
That’s my peace today!

this is my father's favourite!
Fried Potatoes and Peppers
7-8 yukon gold potatoes
2 cubanelle peppers thickly sliced
oil for frying
salt

Cut potatoes in half and then slice each half into thin "wedge" like pieces. In a pan, heat oil and place potatoes and peppers. Fry for about 15 min on each side (until crispy). Salt and remove into plate lined with paper towel to remove any excess oil.