and don't take the subway late at night.

i have never in my life been more grateful for two people than i am for my mom and dad. we've had some rocky years, the three of us, but we sure did make it through, now didn't we? it seems like a lot of tough sh*t {pardon my french here, although the circumstances do deserve a word a lot worse than that one} has happened lately. yes of course there has been so much good, but amongst the goodness came a whole lot of bad. rock bottom, in fact. stressful and unplanned situations, but guess who was there?

sometimes we all just need our parents. 

my mom and dad, they are truly the most supportive individuals a daughter could ask for, and i couldn't be more thankful i have them in my corner. 

and that's all i really wanted to tell you, sweet readers, on this president's day eve after mom and dad spent a full three days as east coasters. it was a weekend filled with walking and endless apartment viewing and discussing financial matters and freezing our buns off and bundling up and dining out and opening our eyes and hearts to a new life in a new city. i know it's hard adjustment you two, i really do, and i can see you digging deep to feel proud of me rather than fearful. for this i am oh-so-grateful.

honey, will you do something for me?

sure.

will you be careful? 

yes, of course.

you promise?

yeah dad, i will.

just be cognizant while you're walking around. 

i know, don't worry.

{long pause}.

and don't take the subway late at night. 

so yeah, thank you for loving me. 


*photo captured during our first time adventure to chelsea market.

good people find each other.

we drove home from a quick, delicious sushi dinner at one of our all time favorite spots. we hadn't gone out in a quite some time. just him and i. father, daughter {he says he's never wanted a son, but i can't help but not believe that}.

i was trying to articulate this quote i heard that i just can't stop daydreaming about. it also fascinates me to imagine what my dad may have been like in his twenties.

you were never a jerk, were you dad? i asked.
well, no.
why do you think you weren't?
and he answered: that's just not how i was raised.

then it hit me.

my dad is the one of the most genuine and kind souls you'll ever meet. at least to his daughters two and wifey one. he'd do anything for us. anything to know that we are content. he aims to please his girlies three.

they say daughters look for a man exactly like their daddies. only the lucky ones, i guess.

well, lucky me.

as we were just about home i said, it's tough out there, dad.
i know it is, hunny. you've got to go through the bad to find the good.

and, just like that, i got it.

good people find each other. i need not worry because i will find someone with the same honorable qualities that he has. because i come from such an upstanding father, my standards are high and they will be met.

it was your birthday this past weekend. happy birthday. i believe with my whole heart, you're the best dad out there.

{i think we should live by this and this}.