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Daddy's Little Girl
Nise's Notes
by Denise Schoppe
The Marlin Democrat
June 15, 2005
There is a plaque that hangs above my dad's computer at his office. It reads, "An Aggie Gal never forgets her first true love: Her Dad."
I am a total Daddy's Girl, and I am proud to say that.
He and I have this really special relationship. We bicker. We tease. We respect each other. And I know I adore him just as much today as I did when I barely came up to his knee.
I remember having a set of pajamas when I was little that had red hearts all over them that said, "I love my Daddy." I may not have a pair of those now, but I don't think I need them for anyone to know that sentiment remains true.
He used to take me to school. He'd pick me up from school. My first day with a driver's license, he road in the passenger seat to make sure I did okay even as I fought him on doing that. He checked the oil in my truck before I went anywhere, and today he regularly fills up the gas tank for me. He came to my rescue all the way down in College Station, when I'd locked my keys in my truck when in a hurry to get to class. He answered the phone the day I just went, "I had an accident" and he let me talk and cry on his shoulder when I had my heart broken.
I enjoy going out for an afternoon -- just me and my Daddy -- and dragging him from store to store... sometimes vise versa. I'm horribly spoiled, and I admit it. I enjoy sitting at Starbucks, each with a cup of coffee, and listening to him remember his own childhood days.
We also bicker. A road trip to Nashville in 1997 found Mom stuck between two hard-headed drivers both feeling they knew the best way to handle any given situation. That was the start of our constant "arguing" in a vehicle. Both of us are backseat drivers, and while I try to make him jump lanes driving down the road, he makes me park... and re-park... and re-park a vehicle until its not too close on either side.
My Daddy attended Texas A&M University, but never got to finish it to get his degree. I got my own degree there, not only for myself but with him in mind as well. My diploma hangs in his office today, and I'm proud to have it there... besides, he shelled a lot of money out to make that happen!
I want to make my Daddy proud, and one of my biggest fears in life is letting either of my parents down in any way. They have both done so much for me -- through support, love, money and knowledge.
I have been unbelievably blessed to have such a wonderful Daddy. I'm not sure many people can consider themselves as lucky as I can. Even the day I get married, even when I have my own kids, and some day even when I see them get married as well... I will forever be his little girl in white pajamas with red hearts all over them. I'll never be too old to put my head on his shoulder for some comfort, and I know he'll hold my hand --- literally or figuratively -- through whatever life throws my way.
Thank you, Daddy, for all you do for me, and for all you have to put up with as I jump from one big drama to another. Thank you for being so supportive, loving and understanding. Thank you for "arguing" with me and for knowing when to step in and when to give me space. I'm indeed very, very lucky. Love you... Happy Father's Day!!
Nise's Notes
by Denise Schoppe
The Marlin Democrat
June 15, 2005
There is a plaque that hangs above my dad's computer at his office. It reads, "An Aggie Gal never forgets her first true love: Her Dad."
I am a total Daddy's Girl, and I am proud to say that.
He and I have this really special relationship. We bicker. We tease. We respect each other. And I know I adore him just as much today as I did when I barely came up to his knee.
I remember having a set of pajamas when I was little that had red hearts all over them that said, "I love my Daddy." I may not have a pair of those now, but I don't think I need them for anyone to know that sentiment remains true.
He used to take me to school. He'd pick me up from school. My first day with a driver's license, he road in the passenger seat to make sure I did okay even as I fought him on doing that. He checked the oil in my truck before I went anywhere, and today he regularly fills up the gas tank for me. He came to my rescue all the way down in College Station, when I'd locked my keys in my truck when in a hurry to get to class. He answered the phone the day I just went, "I had an accident" and he let me talk and cry on his shoulder when I had my heart broken.
I enjoy going out for an afternoon -- just me and my Daddy -- and dragging him from store to store... sometimes vise versa. I'm horribly spoiled, and I admit it. I enjoy sitting at Starbucks, each with a cup of coffee, and listening to him remember his own childhood days.
We also bicker. A road trip to Nashville in 1997 found Mom stuck between two hard-headed drivers both feeling they knew the best way to handle any given situation. That was the start of our constant "arguing" in a vehicle. Both of us are backseat drivers, and while I try to make him jump lanes driving down the road, he makes me park... and re-park... and re-park a vehicle until its not too close on either side.
My Daddy attended Texas A&M University, but never got to finish it to get his degree. I got my own degree there, not only for myself but with him in mind as well. My diploma hangs in his office today, and I'm proud to have it there... besides, he shelled a lot of money out to make that happen!
I want to make my Daddy proud, and one of my biggest fears in life is letting either of my parents down in any way. They have both done so much for me -- through support, love, money and knowledge.
I have been unbelievably blessed to have such a wonderful Daddy. I'm not sure many people can consider themselves as lucky as I can. Even the day I get married, even when I have my own kids, and some day even when I see them get married as well... I will forever be his little girl in white pajamas with red hearts all over them. I'll never be too old to put my head on his shoulder for some comfort, and I know he'll hold my hand --- literally or figuratively -- through whatever life throws my way.
Thank you, Daddy, for all you do for me, and for all you have to put up with as I jump from one big drama to another. Thank you for being so supportive, loving and understanding. Thank you for "arguing" with me and for knowing when to step in and when to give me space. I'm indeed very, very lucky. Love you... Happy Father's Day!!
