To start off, I must explain that I have always been a Daddy's girl. My father hung the stars in my eyes. He's smart, funny, and charismatic. People flock to him. I admired him then and I still do now. It is because of the admiration that I doted him on. My earliest memory stems to one of those events. I can't say this picture is the exact memory but it does display a similar moment. And yes, this is me and my father. Wasn't I cute little thing?
Like I said, the memory is not a huge significant moment in my life. I can't say that it defined me by any means, but what I remember still has an effect on me. I recall is me wanting to rub lotion on my Dad's arms like he and my Mother did me. Of course, my father gave in and I remember him pouring lotion in my hand. What really stands out to me is how sweet and gentle he was with me. He always talked to me as though I were both a child and an adult. He seemed to realize that I understood him but at the same time he also knew I was only three. I recall my mother telling me to rub the lotion in good so Daddy wouldn't be messy. My little hands rubbed and rubbed but I could never quit work it all into his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. He remained patient and kind.
There are many memories after that one - ones of him and Mom singing together at church, family tickle romps, and I even recall my mother pregnant with my baby sister - but this one stands out the most in my mind. It was a simpler time, one where I was free to explore the world and everything was new. There was innocence and love that surrounded me and I cherish that memory with all my heart.
Well, now that I'm weepy, I will leave you to go do on some homework. Check back tomorrow to discover my first kiss and my first love.