The theme of today's entry is Fathers (as opposed to Daughters, the theme of John Mayer's Grammy Award winning single).

I woke up today at 9:45AM, even though I was supposed to get up at 9:00AM for church and be there by 10:15AM to make sure all the teachers are on time (ironic, isn't it?). When I got to the kitchen, I asked my dad why he didn't wake me up. He said that he did, and that I said I was getting up, and this occured at 9:30AM. The sad thing is I have no recollection of that happening, even though I'm sure it must have. I have a tendency to not remeber turning off my alarm clock sometimes, and when I eventually wake up, I either think someone is playing a prank on me or that the alarm settings on my clock are malfunctioning. He had made me breakfast but I just rushed through it and left. I felt pretty bad because it wasn't his responsibility to wake me up, but I had the urge to blame someone for my stupidity.

Then at church, I was just standing outside next to Gars and Abby comes down the stairs. And Gars is literally 30 feet away and she can still spot him. And that's what amazes me about children. They can be in a crowded room and still spot out their mom and dad. It takes me 12 minutes to find Waldo.

As I was unpacking all the stuff out of the car today when we got back to Berkeley tonight, my dad lifted the little cooler we have out of the trunk, lost his balance, and fell backwards on the sidewalk. I tried to catch him but I had my bag in one hand and my laptop in the other. I instinctively dropped both and tried to catch him but I didn't get a good angle. Luckily, he said he was ok and that he wasn't hurt. He kept talking about the laptop and how I need to check it to make sure it works and all, and that was the least of my concerns. I think it was just seeing my dad fall that sort of stirs my world a little bit. Most of us see our fathers as Supermen. Jenny announced to the church last week that she had just lost her father, and she's not much older than I am. It's funny how death is sometimes the only thing that can keep you in check. Nathan said today that's he not afraid to die because it means seeing God. I guess I'm not that bold yet. I keep feeling like I still have things to do here, even though I haven't figured out what those things are yet.

I'm not sure what the moral of the story is. For Christmas, my brother got all three of us Warriors tickets for the day after Christmas. We wanted to make sure that our dad was there us.