My dad drove my Penske moving truck 20+ hours to get me to my new home to Colorado. This morning I dropped him off at the airport, and he cried.
When I first moved home almost a year ago, he was so supportive of me in my decision to change my career, and I got to be supportive of him in getting healthy in return.
A few months ago, I was sitting at my desk working on a Sunday. He walked by and said “You’re a hard worker. You’re doing really well. I’m proud of you.” When I’ve needed help, he’s reminded me that we’re a team, despite my stubbornness in clinging to my independence. And I got to “ruin meat and greasy food” 😂 for him.
We haven’t always gotten along. There’s been disagreements and miscommunications, but when I look back, he’s always been there. He’s always been supportive. He’s been at every dance recital and track meet. He’s helped me move more times than I can say. He texts me every day.
This past year more than ever I’ve learned the value of family. Whether that be chosen, adopted, or blood family, there are those people who are YOUR people, forever. Who cheer you on no matter what. I’m thankful to have my dad be one of those people for me.
Ps. Listen to this week’s episode of Air & Earth Podcast for an update on the last year. See yesterday’s post for more info. 💛🥰