As a kid, I used to get so mad at my dad for the shyt he made me shovel (literally).  Those were the 100 degree days of shoveling dog crap for lawn customers or the even hotter days he had me (and rod) throwing shingles off the top of a house when he had to do roofing jobs (that was the summer I was nicknamed Tar Baby).  One of my aunts recently said, she used to feel so bad for me because he worked me like a boy.  And he did… all before the age of 13.

Today I’m thankful for all the hard work and, the unforeseen lessons I learned along the way.  I ran out for lunch today to pick up a to go order, got back in my SUV and it wouldn’t start.  I just knew it wasn’t the battery since I recently purchased it but there was no power to my vehicle.  I sat there thinking to call my coworker, next I thought, let me call AAA then go sit down in the AC and eat my lunch. Then my survival skills kicked in and I popped the hood to see what the heck was going on.  That’s when I noticed the cable off my battery.  It was a simple fix but one a lot of women don’t think to check.

During my transition to “trying” to become a responsible adult, I didn’t have money for simple car repairs. I remember daddy first teaching me how to change a flat tire.  I brag on being able to change a tire in less than 10 minutes.  Then there was the time my car was misfiring and he talked me through changing the spark plugs and wires.  He was no Ward Cleaver or Heathcliff Huxtable but WHO IS?! lol  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.  Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.  You were amazing in your own special way.  Love Your #1