Happy Father's Day

      Boy, I am the epitome of a bad blogger. I don't keep up with this thing worth anything. Well, I suppose that I should say Happy Father's Day, to all who happen to possibly cross my blog. Once again, I am TERRIBLE at sending things out so I shall just write a bit and then just make my lovely little phone call tomorrow.

      My dad... Where do I even begin? My dad was the one who first instilled, and then pushed me farther with my skating. He was more than just a dad then, he was my coach and my biggest fan. He has always been that way though. I can remember the first really sentimental card he gave me. We were heading to a high school football game after something or another around Valentine's Day and he handed it to me while we were in the car.

"Holly-
      You've grown so much, you've become a young lady right before my eyes. It seems only yesterday that I was rocking you to sleep and changing your, oh well we don't need to go there. Just remember that even though I'm very bad at expressing how I feel, I'll always be very proud that you are my daughter and I love you very much.
      Happy Valentine's Day
                Dad."

      I was seconds away from crying like a little baby when I first read that, even now it makes my eyes water. I've kept all the little notes, the cards, the memories, throughout the years. I couldn't have ever asked for a better father. Always supportive, always there for me, always able to be counted on. I don't say it very often, because I always try to be less of a sentimental person, but I love him to death. I live for the moments I get to go home and see the smile on his face and my mom's. His goofy sense of humor never fails to put a smile on my face, whether it be a text, a phone call, Skype, or in person. It's just always a laugh and a smile that I get when he's around. I can't wait to go home this summer...