Friday, April 15, 2011

Que Bella

Before this week even started, I was already 100% sure of what would take the Que Bella cake.  I can't really think of anything that could top it.  I flew into Philly this morning to spend a couple days with my family and get some work done.  I've made this trip about a thousand times, so here's what I knew: I knew my Dad would be waiting for me just outside the security checkpoint.  I knew he'd get in the self-checkout line in the parking garage despite the fact that it has some sort of major malfunction every time we try it.  I knew we'd go directly from the airport to one of my favorite little Mom and Pop restaraunts in the city, Mr. Joe's Cafe.  And I knew we'd sit and talk over heaping plates of pasta (Arrabiata for him, Spinach Ravioli for me) and just enjoy being together.  Cause the thing is...I have a really good Dad.  He's supportive and consistent and I've never- not for one moment- doubted the fact that he loves me a whole lot.  And the older I get, the more I realize what I always thought was normal-Dad-behavior is actually very rare.  I've bragged on him before and I guarantee you I'll brag on him again (probably sooner than later for that matter).  But it must be done...he is just that wonderful.  And I'm very, very thankful.

3 comments:

nikki wharton said...

By FAR my favorite post yet.....

Natalie said...

Loved the post today. Beautifully written! I almost cried. Made me miss my daddy at the same time. Tell him how much you love him everyday!

KELLY (JACKSON) MAYBERRY said...

GAB THIS WAS AWESOME & I HAVE TO AGREE W YOU YOUR DADS ONE OF THE RARE ONES...LOVE YOU BOTH XO

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