Saturday, February 05, 2005

Little things mean the most

Hey Good Evening Everyone.
It's eight thirty five, which is crazy! It seems like the day passed in a flurry of ... fast things.. At first, When I updated this morning, I was barely half awake. So anyways, after the whole U2 Ticket fiasco, I went and lay down on my bed with the intention of chillen for ten minutes or so.. Three hours later (at 1230) I woke up. Ha ha, so much for chillen. It appears I need more than five hours of sleep in a night. So anyways, I woke up, and had a nice hot shower, I was soo cold! Then I got all bundled up, and made my way to the roof, where I detached the christmas lights from our peak. It's about time, eh? Ha ha, that's so Canadian of me. So then, after mabye an hour of wrestling with those lights, and putting them away in the basement, I came inside. Dad had an appointment, and when he came back, He built a fire (It was still freezing cold) and we played cards from that time to about seven thirty pm, even through dinner! It was good fun, we started off with countless games of crazy eights, which we were both super at, we both beat each other numerous times. Then, Dad taught me this game called Rummy, which was good fun. The first set we played, I kicked his butt, and the second set, he was kicking my ass till I got like two hundred points in one game, and took the lead. Then, the final set, Dad kicked my butt harsh! Then, I decided to teach him Speed, which was great fun, cause I kept winning, and then dad made a decision.. "I dont like this game" Ha ha, it was alot of fun, I got a bit of a headache from laughing so hard.
These very experiences are the ones that I will remember throughout my lifetime. Years from now, I'll look back on my relationship with my dad, and remember all the times when I would be driving us somewhere, and we'd just talk about nothing in particular. The hours we spent playing cards at Cultis lake, the times we rowed across Ioco.Concerts, Hockey games.. Chillen out at the river. Even measuring jobs. When I go with my dad, sometimes he even lets me choose the music. (Out of respect, Rap, Reggae, and Evanescence is left at home) For instance, today, Dad let me play U2, Dashboard Confessional, Dave Matthews Band, and even Matthew Good Band! I even put on "the great depression mix" That has a bunch of rock and classic rock on it. I like to look back, even now, and think about all the times Dad's told me about the concerts he's been to, the time's when he lived out of a VW van, and the other tales of his wild youth.
Those are the stories that I'll be able to pass onto my kids (Trivion and Taya, yes, I know their names already.. ha ha) Stories of the times I've chilled with my dad, and.. Just.. yeah.. I dont really have the talent it takes to be able to explain how these experiences have shaped my life, but.. they have, I have an awesome relationship with my daddy. I wouldn't ask for anything different in our relationship, I love my dad to bits, and I just felt like sharing that with you..
So Dad.. I love you! You have shaped who I am, and who I am still to become. Thank you for your insane amounts of patience as I grew up, and your Love and guidance. I would be lost without you! No one and nothing can or ever will replace you. I hope you know that!

Love Forever: Shle
xoxoxo

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"A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there."

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