Thank you for......
- making me the most punctual person to ever breathe air.
- not letting me quit anything... ever.
- threatening to, but never actually following through with announcing "Carla Sawatski, #41 on the court, #1 in your heart" at my basketball games.
- teaching me how to "really" shoot a 3-pointer... and swing a golf club... and swing a bat... and do anything, really.
- making me your favorite child (hate to be the one to spill the beans).
- running with me every morning at 5 a.m. And by that, I mean responding to my sarcastic "good night dad, want to wake me up at 6 a.m. for a run?" with "well, there's no need to waste the day, how about 5?".
- giving me no other option but to love sports.
- reminding me not to sweat the small stuff. For example, Jay just happened to get drafted by the Twins the same week that I made my first C on a test. And your response was "did you see the P.A. marquee? It says 'congratulations Jay Sawatski on getting drafted by the Minnesota Twins'. Yeah... and on the other side, it says 'Congratulations Carla Sawatski for making a 78 on her Chemistry test. It's about time.'"
- still having a bag phone (circa 1992) in your possession until 2007, just in case you needed it.
- reminding me, every time I left the house in the rain, that the roads were going to be slick. Every.single.time.
- having a home remedy for everything. And I mean everything.
- teaching me that "if you can't say something nice, at least try to make it funny". And while we're at it... thank you mom, for the soap in the mouth.
- taking me on dates when I was little and letting me pick everything we did, even when I had a bowl cut.
- always sarcastically suggesting that instead of going out, my friends and I should stay home and play a game of Scrabble with you, secretly wishing we would take you up on it.
- making sure that I knew you loved me... for me.
- coming to change my tire in high school at 2 a.m. when I was supposed to be home at midnight.
- tricking me into riding my first upside-down roller coaster when I was 7.
- being good at everything.
- having 6 computer monitors on your desk. Because you needed that many.
- never being able to tell me "no".
- reminding Natalie and me that "you're the same person on the inside no matter what color your hair is". Which was black. After an at-home coloring experiment went terribly wrong.
- coming to Fayetteville for all of the Hog football games when I was in college. Which meant that I could count on you to skip the game, come eat at the restaurant at which I waited tables, watch the game on the ancient 24" TV that stood 50 feet away, and still leave a generous tip.
- trusting me to make my own decisions, but still being there when I screwed it up.
- having a never-ending supply of Hawaiian shirts.
- calling me, like clockwork, every Sunday night "just to hear my voice".
- teaching me the value of a dollar by refusing to turn on the heat until the first snowfall.
- being my alarm clock, but more importantly for laying down on my bed and letting me sleep for 10 more minutes.
- knowing what was wrong with my car, even if you were just listening to it on speakerphone.
- saying that all 5 of us laughing at old home videos on Christmas Eve was the best present you could ask for. And meaning it.
- being my voice of reason when I was bawling my eyes out at Wal-Mart when my car battery died and I was trying to get home for Thanksgiving by saying, "Carla, shut up and buy a new battery. It's not that big of a deal." And it wasn't.
- hugging me a trillion and one times.
- teaching me life. Simply by living yours the way it was meant to be lived.
I only hope that someone could say "Carla, you are your father's daughter". What a compliment. I miss you and I love you plenty. Happy birthday.
