My name’s Shelley and I’m a daddy’s girl!
I’m incredibly fortunate to have a strong bond with my dad, and over the years he has provided me, and my three children, with more support, guidance, and love than anyone could ever wish for.
Dad celebrated a ‘big’ birthday yesterday. He told me that seventy is the new fifty and he’s sticking with that!
His humour has evolved over the years to put even the most cutting comedian to the test, his fitness levels continue to surpass anyone twenty years his junior, and his striking resemblance to Sean Connery continues to be a talking point for all bar owners up and down the Mediterranean coast.
However, to me, he’s dad; the big friendly giant who invented bedtime stories for me, the keen cyclist who encouraged me during my cycling proficiency test. He’s the man who travelled the world when I was young bringing my brother and me exotic gifts from far-flung lands. He had that unique fatherly knack of putting the fear of god into you when you’d broken something, but then secretly telling you he’d hated that ornament/vase/plant pot! He’s never put off by a challenge and has set up camp on many a British beach under rolling thunderclouds. He will sunbathe anywhere!
His support extended throughout my belligerent teens, emotional twenties, difficult thirties, and well into my forties. (He’s even read all the young adult fantasy fiction books I’ve written – now, that’s dedication for you!)
I’ve blogged about my dear old dad before, the most recent being a scary moment when he was knocked off his bike by a speeding motorist. You can read that post HERE. I’m happy to say he is recovering well and has even ventured back onto his bike!
I wanted to share a few precious photographs of the man who shaped who I am today. So, for one day only, he’s a blogging sensation. (NB: When I told him about this post he said ‘what’s a blog?’ hmmm) 😉
Happy birthday, dad! We love you to the moon and back xxx