Thursday, August 13, 2009
I don't really know why I am posting tonight...maybe I am wrestles....I don't really have too much to say but rather wanted to let my mind get lost in my fingers. There is a great storm outside. Warm but rainy and full of lighting and thunder, my kind of night. I guess I am more like my dad than I thought he loves a good rainy storm. I can remember as a little girl finding him asleep on the bed in the attic whenever there was a rain storm. He wanted to be as close to the sound as he could. The rhythmic tapping, the sound of the sky moving, breathing. The excitment in air... it calmed his sould. It calms my soul. I understand it now more than I did before. Every day I am amazed at how much like my parents I am, and I am happy to be, because I adore my parents. Little things that bothered me in my stupid teen immaturity make me laugh and smile now. Tonight Ashton and I did our weekly date night with Matt and upon dropping Matt off I went up to my parents room to find Tash and Mom talking on the bed and Dad in the other room watching and listening to the storm outside. After a few minutes he called from the other room "this is a really cool storm." I just have so much love for my dad. I love his spirit, his energy, his excitement for life. It makes me remember who I am and I feel happy. He has always been able to find the excitement in anything, I love that. I find myself doing it more often, and when I notice it I feel grateful for my fun dad.