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; â€œYou have a beautiful baby girl.â€ He was slightly disappointed. And then he met me.
Whatâ€™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 â€œThank Heavens for Little Girlsâ€ 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 Iâ€™ve realized we often butted heads because of our similarities. Today, Iâ€™ve realized I take after my dad quite a bit. And Iâ€™m lucky to do so.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Iâ€™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.