My father’s daughter

I’m adventurous — willing to try most things at least once. I get it from my father. My penchant for anything that will provide a good story afterward is definitely paternally inherited. Father’s Day weekend, I had the opportunity to rappel down the old Huntsville Times building downtown. It stands 12 stories tall and was once the tallest building downtown as well as being the original home of the Huntsville Times — the reason I call north Alabama home in the first place.

The rappelling adventure was part of a fundraiser for the Heart of the Valley YMCA. Each participant raised money or had funds donated to support our local YMCA’s programs like camp and respite child care for military families, preschool and child care for under-resourced families, membership for laid-off workers and subsidized youth sports for children who can’t afford to play without the Y’s help. Saturday morning, I texted my dad: “Don’t tell Mom, but I’m rappelling down the old Times Building!” His response: “Awesome. Be sure to send me photos!” (Through the years, we’ve learned not to tell Mom everything… or at least until after I’ve already done it.)

I didn’t celebrate this Father’s Day in Tennessee with my dad, but I did something exhilarating because of my dad. My whole life he’s encouraged me to try new things because “how else are you going to know if you like it?” Stepping over the edge of the Times Building Saturday was terrifying, but I was able to take that step because of my dad. I could hear his voice reminding me not to miss out on something because of fear. My mind went back to all the adventures we’ve had together and to all the times I’d called him, almost giddy, about something I’d just done. In those conversations, though often miles apart, I could always hear the smile on his face. Last Saturday was no different.

“Were you scared?” He asked.

“Oh, it was terrifying,” I responded,”but completely worth it.”

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”

So much of who I am is because of my dad, and Saturday was a clear reminder. We share many things in common, but this past weekend, we shared a bond of adventure and a little bit of mischief. I’m so proud to be his daughter and though it’s a few days late, Happy Father’s Day to him. Thank you Dad, for taking away my fears and instilling a sense of adventure and spontaneity in me. I am your daughter; that much is definitely true. I love you with my whole heart!