Connecting dots with The Idea Dude
Liz challenged me to write about a topic quite a while back. For the longest time, it never got written. Like seeing the first rainbow after rain, some things are just so darn hard to put into words. I was relating to her how my daughter danced into my life 13 years ago and this year literally danced into the world with great success. I was so proud. Liz said…
Why don’t you write a post about fathers and daughters? …this is it!
As long as I can remember, my daughter never walked to me. She always ran, whether it was at the airport, meeting her at school or anywhere where there were more than 20 feet between us. She ran.
This week, as I walked through the front door, she bounded down 2 flights of stairs, flung her arms me and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. When I asked what was so special, she simply said…
Just because…
At that moment, the clarity she brought to our relationship blew me away. Why should there be reason?
Liz’s dad understood this long before I did. So it’s not surprising that he features so prominently in her blogging goal. Most daughters are proud of their fathers, as they should be. I won’t try to convince you how outstanding mine was. I’ll just tell that it is so. Her dad was not just part of her legacy but surely part of her destiny too.
I suspect that Connie’s dad helped her realize that every dot connects. This lifelong Daddy’s Girl tells us one of the best gifts he gave was her conversational heritage.. He connected to Connie in a very special way and now she adds that “special” to all the dots she finds.
There is nothing more beautiful than the tribute that Sheena wrote for her father. The ending is priceless…
He’s the man who gave me more
Than ever I could see
And now that I am grown
His heart lives inside of me…
Can’t think of a better way to end this post than with two lines from John Mayer’s song about Daughters.
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world…
May the dots be with you!
