Dear Dad.

Tomorrow is Fathers Day.

Derrick, Jaiden, Broghan, Meghan, and Nick will inhabit the Enright household.

As soon as I saw you hold your grandson for the first time, I felt myself breathe again. A giant weight was lifted from my shoulders that day. No more War. I wondered if you ever looked at me the way you looked at Jaiden. I wonder if you ever loved me as much. I wonder if you ever loved any of my brothers or sisters as much as you seem to love Jaiden. You are completely infatuated with the 2 year old that seemed to brighten everyone's life to a maximum;; and you hardly even know him. But despite all the circumstances, I'm glad.

All I've ever wanted was to be an Aunt. Being an Aunt has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. Now I finally get the chance. I love you, Jaiden Michael; to the moon & back;; to peices and whole again;; from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

But this blog post is not about me. It's about you, dad.
I really don't remember a time when we have gone without fighting. People who know you and I tell me we act like brother and sister. You get on my last nerve, and I get on yours. We call eachother names, say things we don't mean, and you take things from me. But if it weren't for you;;- There are many things I wouldn't know how to do.




For example. Riding a bike would seem impossible without you, let alone a fourwheeler.
Mowing the lawn flawlessy would be a giant challenge.
Putting the cups and glasses away on the right shelves would be an obstacle I'd hate to do.
Making people laugh would take too much effort.
Getting mad at inanimate objects and making no sense would seem bizzare.
The thought of popping a wheely would horrify me, let alone doing it for the first time- over and over.
And Loving my family, would seem pointless- but you taught me different than that.


There are things that make us the same, inside and out. These things include;;
Our attempts at making people laugh never seem to fail.
Being a giant douche bag and then laughing at eachother for it.
Our toes.
The way we view the world. Everyone sucks.
Our stubborness, which has caused thousands of quarrels.
And our love for your grandson, and my nephew.

But there are things that, during time, I have adapted to and learned on my own, without you. These things make us far different from eachother.

My love for animals is far greater than the love I have for a human being.
Trying to be the motherly figure to friends in need.
Being enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination, when you have trouble writing your name :)
My love for thousands of types of music.
My determination.


Smash all those things together and you have You and I.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad.
I love you.
No matter what you might think.