A dream and a birthday

Today's my dad's birthday. Or his almost birthday? His pretend birthday? He's a leap year baby, so this year he gets two honorary days to celebrate his birth. (Lucky dog.)

Now, stay with me as I go on a somewhat related side rant here. Two nights this week, I had dreams that I remembered in the morning. That never happens to me. Well, rarely happens, I suppose. I guess I should also specify that it was the same dream both nights. Oh, and it was less dream and more nightmare.

In my nightmarish dream, my father passed away. My awesome, funny, brilliant, loving, cooler than yours father died. 8,000+ miles away from me. Something with his heart. It was so real. so vivid. I pretty much spent the whole dream weeping. I woke up to tear-stained cheeks. Even when I realized it was just a dream, it took a moment for the floodgates to start working again. It was awful.

Okay, now back to his happy birthday and butterflies and rainbows...and unicorns.

In my dream, I stood at his casket thinking. Thinking about things I wanted to say. Thinking about things I should have said. Thinking about things I needed to say.

Because it was just a dream, I still have time to say these things. So here we go:

Dad, you handsome man, you, On the day that we celebrate your 50th trip around the sun, I wanted to start off by telling you (and the internet) that I am honored that I, of all the daughters in the universe, get to call you Dad. I am so proud of you. God couldn't have picked a better father for me.

I am secretly thrilled that people think I look just like you, cause who wouldn't want to look like Will Smith (hahaha). I just hope I reflect you in more ways than just my appearance. I hope I love and serve like you do. I hope I never meet a stranger like you do. I hope one day my children admire and respect me, the way I do.

I pray that all of your dreams come true. If anyone deserves it, you do. If anyone would receive the blessings humbly, you would. If anyone would get TURNT for Jesus at an awards show or in a mega-church, it would be you and your crazy self. Hahaha. But don't worry, 'cause we'll all be backstage and on the front row acting a fool with ya! :)

Today, I also want to say thank you. Thank you for leading our family to Jesus. For getting our family to the point where it was stupid to ask if we were going to church, even though we sometimes tried to get out of it by playing sick. (Haha. Lord, forgive us.) Thank you for loving my momma. I love telling people that my parents have been married for 29 years and I hope to get there one day. Thank you for being good at what you do...Not everyone's father gets a personal phone call from Hillary Clinton ;) for a job in Abu Dhabi! I love that you are out there being awesome. Gives all your daughters something to shoot for.

And since I have you here reading, here are some things I am not thankful for (laced with sarcasm, of course) - your boyish good looks that cause people to think you are my boyfriend, those painful (and now somewhat funny) memories learning how to skip...and the ones learning algebra, the time you spanked me for laughing because Dehli forgot to take out the trash, the time you made us watch Roots and Amistad...and some nature movie, the time we played truth or dare during the storm and you guys sent me out to the garage by myself, the time you crouched like a gremlin and scared me when I walked around the corner, the time you made me drive in San Antonio like a maniac chasing my rabbit. Wait, I actually am thankful for that lead foot. Haha.

I love you, Dad. I hope that you had a crazy fun time in Dubai with mom and Lord & Lady Brackett. Wish I could have been there to celebrate you passing the half a century mark in life. See you in TEN weeks!!!

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