When I was little-er, I used to be afraid of the dark (used to…). Every morning, I’d creep in my parents room. Like clock-work, he’d lift the covers and I’d cuddle up, overtaking any leg room.
Every Christmas, to this day, he spends days and days transforming our home into a winter wonderland. Just because he knows how much we love it.
I packed up for our high school Spring Break trip. My girlfriends pulled in the driveway, and we threw my overpacked suitcase in the car. He hugged us all with a huge smile on his face, then cried from the door as we drove away. He cried when I left for Spring Break.
I graduated high school, and he took me on a beautiful trip to Lake George. We went to dinner and had an Asian server. He attempted to speak her language.
He came to visit me in Italy, and we experienced our mututal love of food, language, culture, and gelato together. It. Was. Perfect.
I made the decision to leave for Thailand and work in the slums. It hurt his heart in a way like never before, but he vigorously supported my choice every day.
I fluffed my dress, and the massive church doors opened to a sea of family and friends. He walked me down the aisle and we laughed at our tears, because “we always do this”.
He came to visit our new home in Phoenix and stocked us up for the next year. If there’s ever a need, he does anything he can to fill it.
I know that if my blog posts are awful and no one cares, I’ll still have a comment from him. Every. Time.
Babbo, I could never ask for a better earthly father. I love you so much today, and everyday.
I love the engagement photo album. I love the idea of using it as a guest sign-in. You both are so creative and fun and wonderful and and and.
awesome idea! love it!