My second family member that is on my thankful rounds is my dad. My dad is one of the nicest guys you ever meet, but sometimes you need a shovel to dig through the sarcasm. Don't get me wrong, I like the sarcasm. I am fairly certain that is what kept all of us together sometimes .Growing up, I would receive 10,000 points every time I did something good, I would be told I was going to eat icecream cones for dinner, and I always had someone to walk with. Even as an adult, he loves to help me, he gives me real world advice, and prepares me for all of the debates I could ever need.
It wasn't until I turned 29 that my dad and I became polar opposites on politics. I don't want to say that I moved so far in one direction, but I think he was on one side of the spectrum and then he fell off. After a while, his evening political debates forced me to pay attention to the news and they forced me to have responses and jokes ready to retaliate.
Aside from driving me crazy, he really is one of my best friends. I couldn't imagine not having him around. Whenever I am downtown, I call him while walking to my car and he says "are you downtown" because he knows I somehow always end my day there. He makes fun of my address, he teases the roads in my town, and he has an uncanny ability to guess what road I am on just by time passing.
I may not always appreciate his kind of passive aggressive ways of getting me to do something, but I do appreciate how much care is behind the thought. At the end of the day, I am prod to be a daddy's girl. I am proud to drink out of a mug with my dad's face on it. I am also proud that he is my crazy family member.