DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL!

There are some days he's drives me completely and totally nuts.

How's your car? Have you changed the earl?

(oil...for those of you who don't speak with a Rocky NY accent)

How are your bills? Do you need money? You use credit, why? You'll ruin your credit score!

(Sorry I use credit cards! I can't help it!)

What do you mean you have a date? Should you be dating? You're only 31 years old. You're not old enough to date? What do you mean you have company? Male company? Do I need to get my gun out

(Daughters of New York City cops have it really rough. Though I have to say it is especially rough for those brave enough to decide to take the precious daughters out on a date!)

Do you really need to live four hours away? You could move back to New York and come and live with me and your mother

(sure I'll share the basement with my slacker brother)

What do you mean your 18 years old and want to go into New York City? Don't you know the hot dogs are laced with cocaine?

(True statement from dad, we still talk about it! Yeah cause I'm going to eat a hot dog, walk around and then realize damm I'm high it must be the hot dogs I bought from the guy on the corner....oh wait which corner, they're on every corner!)

These conversations drive me nuts but you want to know something there are days, like today, that he calls and leaves on my voice mail

hello daughter. Call your father! I'm proud of you! Love dad!

(he always leaves messages that end with love dad...like it's a letter!)
To my father I will always be the little girl who he can hold in one hand, whose diapers he changes, who stands up in her crib and sings the McDonalds song "Glasses to go", who sits on the floor playing with her barbies and gets excited when he comes home with a Cabbage Patch Kid Doll he just waited for three hours in a line to get. And guess what I'm so glad for it!!
I'm going to end this email with a passage from an email my father sent me when I was having a rough time. Even though I forget sometimes, I am always happy to be daddy's little girl!

I have always been very proud of you. Since going to college you have always been on your own and despite my meddling you have always handled yourself very well. I have so much admiration for you because you chose a profession dedicating yourself to helping kids and families with great needs sacrificing financial gains that a college degree and masters sometimes rewards people in other professions. I think you are a wonderful and unselfish person doing what you do. You and your co-workers are the real hero's of this world