When my mom was pregnant with me (their first child), people would ask my dad, “Do you want a girl or a boy?” His reply, “I want straight hair”. For those of you who have met me, you know I have curls that about as bouncy and tight as they come. When they brought me out to meet him for the first time, he thought they were playing a trick on him. I came into the world proudly showing of a full head of ringlets.
In his defense, my dad was a child of the 50’s with curly hair himself. I think he had his fair share of teasing for his locks. When I was little, he tried to blow dry it straight for me…it wasn’t a success. Hence my nickname at school, “Diana”; as in Diana Ross.
As the years past, we both grew to love my curls. I love that he thinks they are beautiful, always asking me if I wore my hair down when I go out with friends. It’s silly, but he makes me feel pretty.
To all the men in our lives... thank you for making us feel beautiful. Thank you for setting strong examples for us. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for showing us how great it feels to be loved just the way we are!
I love you Daddy.