When I think back to my earliest memories with my dad, the images that pop up for me are flashes of running outside during a thunderstorm to watch the lightning together, riding on the back of a dirt bike with him through the forrest, dancing to John Denver and Neil Sedaka, my dad twirling me as I giggled with joy.  Then, later on it was memories of riding bikes together in the mornings training for "El Tigre" in Mexico, him teaching me how to drive in the parking lot of the Rose Bowl, bringing out his Pentax for me to explore, and encouraging my love for travel.  

As I sit here this morning on Father's Day, I know I have one very special thing to give back to him:  The dance of a father and his daughter at her wedding.  This has been on my mind strongly, as I eloped three days ago in Africa.  Yet I know that my marriage will not be complete until I have that dance with my dad.  It will come soon, we'll have a party and I'll wear my dress, and I'll see him across the dance floor looking at me with a smirk, curling his finger in a hithering motion for me to join him, beginning to boogie as he and I mozie towards each other.  It's something I truly cannot wait for, and when the day comes, my smile will overcome me.  I love my dad to the moon and back.  He's my rock, my goofy inspiration, and he's my biggest fan.  Thanks, dad, for loving me so much.  You mean the world to me, and I can't wait to create many more memories with you!


Your Pook. 

The W with Wendy: Day 35

There are friends, and then there are best friends.  

Wendy and I met in Spain over twenty years ago.  The first time we met was in Madrid at the hotel when all of us exchange program students gathered after our flight.  I had brought a mini coffee maker with me from home (Why?? I have no idea what I was thinking)  I made coffee and it busted because I did not realize I needed a power converter.  (I also did not realize Spain is the mecca for coffee)

Wendy and I became fast friends, and found ourselves in Southern Spain one weekend for Carnival.  We were supposed to be gone two days, we stayed for seven, and almost never returned... Maybe it was because of the hot Navy guys we met, maybe it how we loved playing drinking games with the General of the Spanish Air Force, or maybe it was just that we felt more free than we ever had before in our lives.  Wendy and I have been there for each other through good and bad ever since.  She even forgave me when she came to visit me in New York and I accidentally locked her INside my apartment all day while I was at work.  I can call her at three in the morning and she won't blink an eye, she'll tell me the truth, not just what I want to hear, she laughs with me over the silliest of things, and she is the only one who I know will never judge me no matter what.  And I do the same for her.  She makes you feel like you can do anything, and she's right.  Even if is beating the General in a drink-off in a tiny little bar in Spain.