My dad and I have an awesome relationship. He and my mom divorced when I was 18 months old, so I didn’t grow up in the same house as him. Yet since college, we’ve talked on the phone nearly every Sunday. It’s become a tradition.

He has got to be the most brilliant man I know.  Who goes to medical school then right after he begins practicing, he goes to law school? My dad. He was a surgeon by day and an attorney on the side as an expert on medical malpractice cases. At this point he has retired and enjoying a sweet life with a beautiful wife in Texas.

He has helped me through difficult transitions in my life…college, career changes, divorce, etc. Both with his never-ending support and his financial backing. I value his advice and words of wisdom. Always have. Yesterday was no different.

Here’s an excerpt from our standard Sunday chat yesterday:

Dad: Dear, I was reading your blog.

Me: Dad, I told you not to read my blog.

Dad: You really need to stop using that f word. There is nothing more unfeminine than hearing a woman talk like that.

Me: Maybe so, but dad, please don’t read my blog. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.

Dad: Really Susan. You shouldn’t use that word.

Me: Okay, fine. It will be my New Year’s resolution. I’ll stop using the f word. For one month.

Dad: Okay dear. Love you. Talk to you next Sunday.

I made a promise. To stop with the f-bombs here. Consider this your warning for a more PG rated blog now. At least for one month.

Dad, you can read my blog now. Love you. Always and forever.

Tags: cursing, dad, phone call

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