GrampaStavo wanted a boy. I even had a name. I was going to be Daniel.
Then I was born. The nurse entered the waiting room; “You have a beautiful baby girl.” He was slightly disappointed. And then he met me.
What’s not to love? (I kid.) When my mom brought me home from the hospital, the house was decked out from top to bottom in pink streamers, while “Thank Heavens for Little Girls” played throughout the house.
My dad and I certainly had our ups and downs as I grew up. (I was not a pleasant teenager.) But in my old, grownup, parenthood age I’ve realized we often butted heads because of our similarities. Today, I’ve realized I take after my dad quite a bit. And I’m lucky to do so.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
I’ve learned a lot from you over the years. And I can only hope the muppets inherit your strength and determination toward life. You are an inspiration to us all. I love you Daddy.
Today I am not the parent. I am just Daddy’s little girl. Because my dad is awesome.