Growing up, everyone always said I looked exactly like my Dad but I never saw it until today. It’s insane how similar we look in every single one of these Father Daughter Dance photos. I’m fortunate to have inherited more than good looks from my Dad. Without him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Through his example, I know the value of hard work, and more importantly, honest work as it is never worth it to cheat or lie to get ahead. Without my Gary, I would not love big cars, black Dobermans or the middle of nowhere as much as I do today.
We had so much fun at every single one of these father daughter dances. Although the themes in third and fifth grade were unclear, we always had fun dressing to the themes of the other dances, such as Hollywood in first grade, Hawaii in second, and The Wild West in fourth. Because I went to a Catholic middle school, our annual tradition of attending the Ladies Choice event didn’t have to end until eighth grade. I would share those photos as well, however, middle school was such an awkward stage, I couldn’t bring myself to publish the evidence on the internet… too cringe worthy.
I’m so glad my Dad and I got to have fun nights out every year for eight consecutive years. I’m so lucky to have the supportive father that I do, one that willingly moves me in and out of college and shows up to trailer my friends and I out of a show; one that supports me in my education and in my hobbies. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I got you a hammock for me to lay in, it’s on the way!!!