Hangin' With Dad

The reason why I have an Electra complex (millennium-version: aka, seeking out in your partner all the qualities of your father) is because, simply, my Dad is the awesomest Dad alive. I could list 1,000+ reasons (humble, honest, goofy, generous...), but I won't. I'll just give you an example of why I'd be happy spending every day just hanging out with Dad.

My family went on a cruise this summer. On the first night, everyone got really decked out in fancy-schmancy formal wear and while we were taking pictures, Dad was on the balcony talking to me about the ship's engines and the physics of the wake behind the boat. We even came up with a plot as to how we'd coax the staff to let us see the engine room. There is nothing fake about my Dad. He's a brilliant man, with simple tastes, who enjoys all the small things life has to offer. It's from him I inherited my passion for logic puzzles and nature hikes.



My parents live in Los Angeles now, which is hella far from DC, especially with how busy my life is and how hard it is to make a weekend trek to the West Coast. I only get to see my family three times a year, if I'm lucky. It sucks. This week, Dad was in town for business meetings, and I got to spend two nights having dinner with him. A little alone time with Dad makes my entire month a happy one.

I'm the luckiest daughter in the world.