apple trees

my dad loves apples. anyone who knows him knows that.  today i realized that no matter how far we crawl away from the apple tree we fall from. we still fell from that apple tree. i woke up and immediately started to read a book that was given to me as a gift in bed (i love when i don’t have to rush to work). as i  read i naturally highlighted pieces of the stories that stuck out to me. 

then i looked at my book and laughed out loud. my book looks like one of my dad’s books. 

i guess that the years and years of being surrounded by his magazines, articles, and books being highlighted and marked up with thoughts and references rubbed off on me. 

i think he worries a lot about me, but that’s their job isn’t it? worrying about their kids? but he’d be happy to know that i don’t waste all of my time doing unproductive things 🙂 ’cause sometimes i read and i take time to mark them up and write like crazy…just like he does. 

and during these times is when i realize that i can do a lot with the small amounts of time i have. 

so, thanks dad. i’ve learned so much from you.