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The Best Compliment
Today was a really great day. It started off with a 3-mile run, I wore a comfy outfit, I was ridiculously productive at work and then I squeezed in a trip to the gym for a 45-minute Chisel class.
But then the best part of the day arrived:
Dinner with my dad!
My parents live in New Hampshire, so it’s incredibly rare that they’re ever in NYC. They’re country folk!
But my dad had to come down on a last-minute trip for work. He has a meeting tomorrow, so he drove down with a colleague tonight. Conveniently, their hotel is on my way home from the gym.
As soon as they pulled up to the hotel, I couldn’t stop smiling. My dad is so great, and I miss him every day.
Without letting this blog get all sappy, I’ll say this: My dad is my biggest role model. There are tons of people I look up to and admire in this world, but I truly believe that my dad is the smartest, coolest, most badass guy in the world.
So all we really had time for was dinner, and my dad wanted steak. He was staying in midtown east, so it was easy to pick from the abundance of steakhouses in the area.
My friend Lauren is obsessed with The Palm, so I figured we’d go there based on its convenience and reputation. I had been before, and tonight it didn’t disappoint. (Honestly, I could have eaten a rock — I just wanted to make sure my dad got a good NYC meal!)
To start, I ordered the tomato, basil and mozzarella salad. It was delicious with big, ripe tomatoes. I have a ton left over for dinner tomorrow night!
For my entree, I went with the sea bass. It was perfect. Warm, flaky and oh-so-delicious. Also, The Palm includes calorie counts on the menu, and I was pleasantly surprised to select a meal that wasn’t too much of a caloric disaster.
My dad got the 18-ounce New York Strip, because he’s a champion, and he was happy with his order.
Midway through dinner ABS was able to join us. He had been mentoring high school kids about applying to college. Swoon.
At the end of the meal, a giant slice of amazing chocolate cake showed up at our table — courtesy of Lauren. They seriously love her there. It was the perfect ending to an awesome meal.
OK, so the point of the title: “The Best Compliment.”
We were telling tons of stories over the course of the meal (my dad’s colleague joined us, so there were four of us altogether). We talked about life in NYC, reminisced about when I got my first speeding ticket (on the day of my high school graduation!) and chatted about careers.
At one point, I made a comment and my dad’s colleague just shook his head at us and laughed.
My dad simply looked at me and said, “Yeah, she’s me.”
Whoa. I am?!
I honestly think that was the best compliment possible — and to come from him made it that much better. My dad is so hardworking, driven and intelligent, and I never realized that he sees me the same way.
As I’ve written before, we can be so self-critical of ourselves, whether it’s about our intelligence, our fitness aptitude or the cleanliness of our apartments.
Tonight I realized that as much as I admire my dad, he’s equally proud of me. Don’t get me wrong — he tells me every time we talk that he’s proud of me — but there was something about hearing him compare the two of us tonight. It meant the world to me.
It’s basically my goal in life to be both of my parents. Maybe I’m closer than I thought.
Now I’m super homesick because I don’t know when I’m seeing my family again.
A note to my fabulous mom: Don’t worry, I love you just as much as I love dad! I’m sure a post all about you is in the near future. I’ll be sure to mention your passion for finding great sales and your exceptional talent for “knowing” all the words to the songs on the radio.
TELL ME: Do you get homesick? How often do you see your family?