Day 4: ParentsWhen it comes to parents I'm definitely one of the lucky ones. They've been there through my best and my worst times...seen me through thick and thin. Even put up with me at times they probably would have rather thrown in the towel. They know I'm not perfect and love me anyways....faults and all. They've always been the "fun" parents. The kind who all my friends adore and enjoy hanging out with as well. They have a wonderful marriage. One I've always admired. After 37 years they still love each other, which these days is pretty darn amazing!
My mom. My "vessel of life" as she likes to call herself. Where to begin. We're more alike then either one of us will probably ever admit. Strong willed....a bit hard headed. She speaks her mind...sometimes too much....sometimes without a filter, but that's what I love about her. (Most of the time) She hates country music and "funny" meat. Pink is her signature color. She LOVES chocolate. She's technically challenged...but getting better. I do believe she even knows how to "boot up" the computer now, as long as she has her cheat sheet nearby. She puts herself before anyone else. She's funny and tells the best stories. She's often the butt of all the family jokes, but takes it in stride. (Most times) She's one of my best friends. I talk to my mom pretty much everyday...lately I've seen her most days as well since she's playing nanny for Jamie while I'm at work. She's the one I can go to for anything and I know she'll listen. She'll tell me the truth even when it's not what I want to hear. She's a great mom. If I'm even half the mom she is, Jamie is going to be one lucky guy. My dad. He's not your typical sports loving, golf playing, TV watching dad. (Which by the way makes buying Father's Day cards tricky...have you ever noticed Hallmark thinks ALL dads play golf or fish??) You're more likely to find him in the kitchen or on the boat. As a little girl he made smiley faces on my hamburgers out of ketchup and was probably the only dad who could braid their daughter's hair. He picked out my wedding dress when most dads wouldn't be caught dead in a bridal salon. He's the peacemaker between me and my mom. He has a lead foot and rightfully earned the nickname Mario...as in Andretti. He hates mushrooms but loves all things lemon and lime. He always sings the wrong words...except to "No Diggity" but that one he saves just for me. ;) He's stubborn and usually gets his way, but we love him nonetheless. He loves being a grandpa. I don't really think of myself as a daddy's girl....but I'll always be his little scooter.