Anniversary

It has officially been a year since my dad came back to California to retrieve my mother and I. It is also the anniversary of my sister's high school graduation. It excites me to think that her graduating has lead to me beginning my four years of high school. The Krulish's have certainly come a long way in just one year. I remember when my dad first arrived at the airport, I didn't "know him" or at least it didn't seem like I did. Four months without pyshically seeing him or talking face to face had a different outcome on me. While my mom hugged him and cried, I stood with my Nana watching. I remember being told a story similar to this one that happened to me when I was younger, first adopted actually. One day mom and Katherine went to go run an errand, they were my favorites back then I was told. I wasn't allowed to go with them so I was to stay home with big bad dad, who I didn't like at the time. Well then what is a little 2 year old to do when she doesn't get her way? Well I went and pouted on the stairs. I wanted nothing to do with the weird bald guy. But he wanted me, why else adopt me? So I sat on the stairs and he laid on the living room floor. I decided that I didn't like him looking at me so I scooted up the stairs so that only one of my feet were showing. And of course what did the weird guy do? He started to talk to my foot! He'd say, "hello foot" but I moved my foot out of sight. Then I put it back and he'd say it again. When I took my foot away again but it didn't come back. Instead a bouncy smiley redhead came and pounced and gave him a hug. That was the first time I ever accepted my dad. When he came back from NH, I thought of that memory. I still do, sometimes I laugh thinking, "how could I ignore my favorite guy in the whole world?" I love my dad, I trust him, I can talk to him, and he encourages me greatly especially when it comes to my faith. I know that he will never leave me and always protect me. I thank God for him.