“No tears,” he said. “No promises,” I replied.

My Wedding Day

There we stood in the back of church. My bridemaids were all filing up, arm-in-arm with my fiance’s groomsmen. I held hands with my dad… a hand that had helped me through so much in my life.

Things I don’t remember — learning to walk, learning to talk.

Things I remember vividly — high school, college, my first job, a broken heart.

Things that have no real description — lessons, emotions, failures, successes. And there we were, about to embark on the next chapter of my life.

“No tears,” he said, giving me a hug.

“No promises,” I said with a little laugh.

There are tears of joy. There are tears of sadness. There are simply tears that result from overwhelming love and this mixture of emotions that have no words.

THAT’S how I feel when I think about my dad. Overwhelming love, respect, thankfulness, and joy. There is no Hallmark card that can ever convey that. They come close, but never quite get there.

My family celebrated Father’s Day a couple weeks ago, when I was down in Texas. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to still acknowledge my dad ON Father’s Day. I’m a Daddy’s girl… any chance to celebrate him, I take!

I went to church tonight, and at the end of mass they had all the fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers stand up. I have to confess, I got a tear in my eye.

A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed, and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society. – Rev. Billy Graham

Dad and my niece in 2004.

We rarely hear, “Hi Dad!” on TV. Rarely does a speech start with, “I want to thank my Dad.” They’re that silent strength in so many people’s lives. A thankless job, but one that is so priceless… one that deserves its own day to stop and go, “Thanks, Dad!”

My dad has lead by example. With strength. With kindness. With love. He instilled in me a strong value system. He showed me how to be independent and a leader. He taught me right from wrong.

He has always believed in me, telling me I could do whatever I set my mind to do. Always doing what he could do to pave the way for me to do anything. (He is still doing that to this day!)

He is one of my biggest fans and greatest assets in life. I don’t know that I say thank you enough. I don’t know that I tell him how important he is to me. But I do know that I wouldn’t be the woman I am today if I hadn’t had the incredible father that I have.

I get a huge smile any time my mom laughs at something I do or say and goes, “You are definitely your daddy’s daughter.” Or occasionally my husband will even go, “Oh you picked that up from your dad!” And I usually laaaaaaugh. Yup. Daddy’s Girl indeed.

Wish I could be with my dad on Father’s Day, but I am definitely there in my heart. And I know I’ll get talk to him on the phone for awhile at some point during the day.

If you can’t be with your dad, pick up the phone and call him. If he’s passed away, take a moment to reflect on him. Talk to him in your heart. Or if you have someone who was/is in your life as a father figure (because, lets be honest, not all fathers are Dad’s), take a moment to thank them for being there. Dad is such a thankless but important job. THANK YOU to all the Dad’s out there… hope you have a wonderful day!

I CAN do it on my own…

I prefer doing things with my husband. He’s my best friend, and everything is more fun done together. He’s my body guard, and more than once has stopped me from potentially doing something stupid.  And we each have unspoken “jobs” around the house. But, of course, as you can guess… when he goes out on the road, I have to step up and fill in the space left in his absence.

Like, yesterday, I mowed the lawn. I don’t mind mowing the lawn! I used to do it when I lived with my parents, and I have taken my turn pushing the mower at our old house. But since moving to our new house, I’ve not done the lawn. (Partly due to that sinus infection I found for what felt like forever.) However, due to the rainy days, followed by a long run on the road for my husband, I found myself staring at a brief window of sunshine and a lawn that despirately needed to be mowed.

So I did it. And it looks damn good, if I do say so myself! I was super proud of myself, even as I stood panting, pouring water over my head to cool down. I can do it on my own!

Then today, I read on Nashvillest about it being Night Market at the Nashville Farmers Market.  First, I pouted. My husband wasn’t home to go, so I couldn’t go. My best girl friends aren’t here. My mom isn’t here. What fun would it be to go alone, anyway?

Then I did a little re-think. Who said I couldn’t go? Who said it wouldn’t be fun to go alone?

Farmer's Market

I found myself getting into the shower. I found myself drying my hair carefully. I found myself getting dressed and putting on make-up. It was like someone else had possessed my body. I was going to do this. I was going to go to the Farmers Market alone.

I jumped in the truck, and I went to the ATM. I figured cash would keep me from spending too much money. Plus, I just don’t like using a debit card in a place like the Farmers Market. Takes too long and just too many people around to get something screwed up.

When I got to the Farmers Market, I was AMAZED. The parking lot was almost full! Night Market was obviously popular!

I did a full walk-through, first. Plotting my attack to the night, and just getting a feel for what I had at my disposal. I started with dinner. Seafood pies, a Dr Pepper, and a jazz band. It was a beautiful thing. I thought about picking up dessert, but the cupcakes I wanted only came in packages of six (or so their sign said), and I only wanted ONE. So I decided to move on to the Farm Shed. So many beautiful, beautiful fruits and vegetables!

I am all about lots of color on my plate these days, and it was almost sensory overload. I was in a version of heaven!

Farmer's Market

One booth was offering samples of their cantaloupe, so I decided to do the majority of shopping with them. Garlic, squash, corn, and local honey from them. Peaches from another vendor. Then the smell sucked me in, and I grabbed three bags of Kettle Corn from Moose Head Kettle Corn.

Dinner plus all my goodies cost me only $28!

It was such a beautiful night, I found myself being beckoned to Bicentennial Mall next door. Signs said to enjoy the park with a friend, which I was clearly breaking their rule (and what is usually my OWN rule as well!) but the high number of people in the park at that time gave me a sense of security.

Bicentennial Mall

A gentleman approached and asked if he could take my picture, then gave me a link to his website where he is doing a photo project of people in the park. He showed me his photos and they are GOOD! I can’t wait to see my mug make it on his page. Always happy to help a fellow shutterbug.

I walked around the park until I worked up a sweat and my feet were starting to complain. I breathed the night air in deep, and I said a little Thank You to the man upstairs for putting me in such a beautiful location on such a beautiful night. I love my city, and I need to stop letting my own fear of danger hold me back. I need to trust my instincts and ability to be alert to whats around me… I CAN go on my own and enjoy my world. I should do it a lot more often.

I WILL do it more often.