It is MONDAY and time for MY Story…
I am writing, posting and linking up to share my voice.
my part to carry the weight of confidence, empowerment and
sharing the mission of empower, inspire and
remind women, parents and children that
the time has come to celebrate ourselves… myself!
I have wonderful memories of the outings my dad meaningfully planned with each of us, every year. He has always taken great pleasure in planning just the right one for each of his daughters and each one meant so much to him. To spend time with each of us, individually, was done with great effort and purpose! This summer he decided to give new life to this tradition. At 36, 34 and 30, my dad decided it was time to start having Daddy Daughter Days with us again.
Friday afternoon, the girls were with Grandma for afternoon. My Dad and I were on the Blue Line, riding to the Cubs game. It as standing room only and the “L” car (Elevated Train… for non-Chicagoans) was sprinkled with red and blue. The Cardinals were in town. One transfer later we were standing shoulder to shoulder riding the Addison bus on our way to Wrigley. My Dad was full of conversation, reminiscing and sharing stories. There was the Veterinary Hospital I worked at in his teens (I’d heard all the stories before, but who was I to stop him! Besides each time he tells the story something new comes out). Next was the story of the man who claimed he could out ride (on a bicycle) a city bus.
“Some claim to fame!”, I say.
“Weren’t so many stops and the road wasn’t as busy back then. He had to have been fast!” Dad says.
His memory continues to flow as he shows off reciting the buildings on the corners with his back turned to the intersection. We were in no rush, we had no set plans… I was me and my Day. Daddy and daughter.
Way, way up to our upper deck seats, Nose bleed seats we call them. I was flooded with memories of why I love Wrigley Field. A couple of beers and a hot dog later, my dad and I spent inning after inning remembering other Cubs games and displayed giddy smiles as the Thunder Birds do fly-bys over the stadium, practicing for the Air and Water Show the next day.
Bottom of the 8th, the Cubs are down one. It is my usual Wrigley experience… the Cubs losing. A base running error in a clutch situation… usual Cubs game experience. One hit and then another, they were back in the game. Fifteen games out of first place, tie game in the top of the 10th inning… a less likely Cubs game experience. Bottom of the 10th, a hit, a sacrifice bunt and a game winning RBI…. CUBS WIN!
We left the confines singing, “Go Cubs, Go… Go Cubs, Go….” and smiling from ear to ear (can’t say I ever saw my dad sing). We were relishing in the display of baseball we had seen and basking in the joy that our team had won! (an unusual Cubs game experience for me)
We oozed happiness. The day could not have ended better. This day, like most days spent with my dad, was Just.Enough The game, for the Cubs, proved what we long time Cubs fans always know… they are Just.Enough… they just need to start believing it too!
Every MONDAY join us…
Write, Post, Link-Up, share your story and your voice.
Be part of carrying the weight of confidence, empowerment and share our mission to empower, inspire, and remind
women, parents and children
that the time has come to celebrate ourselves!
How you have lived the Be Enough Me feeling this week?
Be more the Just.Enough for someone else…
Bellflower Books will be sponsoring the Be Enough Me Monday link ups for ONE month, starting on August 22nd. For every 20 people that link up with a story of how they lived the Be Enough Me “feeling” that week, Bellflower will donate ONE $75 gift certificate to a family identified by Crickett’s Answer for the creation of a 20-page memory book. We will keep a running total of links over the four Mondays and hope to reach our goal of 120 links,
which would provide TEN Bellflower memory books.