“Dad, let’s give the people what they want!” I declared as he spun me and twirled me around the dance floor. With the next dip, the crowd went wild.
It’s not his birthday. It’s not my anniversary. But it is #mcm, and a part of my heart will always belong to him.
My dad chose the song we would dance to at my wedding when I was just a baby. He goes on mission trips twice a year to the poorest parts of El Salvador. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and whispered, “thank you, Cathleen, for having him,” just after my oldest son was born. My younger son’s middle name is the same as his.
I just want to appreciate him today. I love you, Dad...thank you for all you’ve done for me.