my dad

it was my dads birthday yesterday.

yup...9/11.

such a wonderful day for him to be born 87 years ago.

and such a bad day in 2001.

i love my dad.

i love how loyal he is.

and how good he is.

he has a magnificent moral compass.

he has integrity like no other.

and hes smart...and patient.

i admire and appreciate him.

and feel very fortunate to be lucky enough to be his daughter.

sometimes i wonder if i did something really bad,

or something really good to get the life i have...

when i think of being my dads daughter, 

i must have done something really good.

so maybe i am that valiant spirit.

who agreed to take this punch in the throat...

if thats the case, bring it on.

i have my dad to help me fight it all.

and that is wonderful.

because i got the best in my corner.