My mother is one of my very best friends (Hubster would be the other.) I love my mom, I confide in her, she's one of my favorite people to spend time with. When 1200 miles aren't separating us.
But I am so much like my dad.
I'm not even talking about the whole "we're both doctors" thing.
My personality is so much like his. My tendency to get into long discussions, my desire to be right, my stubbornness, my philosophical side. That comes from my dad.
My love of carbs and dairy, my love of chasing the boys around and tickling them, and my love of a campfire. That comes from my dad.
My anger over injustice, my tendency to bite of more than I can chew, my ability to get lost in a book. That comes from my dad.
We've had our moments. We've disagreed. We've argued. We've fought. But we understand each other.
He scared off boyfriends. He rigidly enforced curfew. He wouldn't let me outside the house with blue hair. He took me camping. He makes perfect popcorn. He understood my struggles during medical school and residency. He loves his grandsons.
So many of my strengths and my weaknesses come from my dad.
Thanks. And Happy Father's Day.