She remembers it with great joy, and how that joy became trust. Even though, her father wasn't particularly athletic, she remembers when he gave her her first pair of rollerblades, how her whole life and world switched around. She'd grown to love them, and through his encouragement and reserved nature, her father had encouraged her to try them out.
Alix smiles as she remembers just how patient her father had been with her, even when her mother was far more athletic, far more energetic when she'd been alive, but Alix didn't mind that her mom was better than her on rollerblades at that point in time. She was new and an eager learner, and though her father hadn't bought rollerblades for himself, he gently walked with Alix, talking with her, and encouraging her.
Her dad was awesome, had always been, and just remembering that very first day was like seeing her mom on skates again, passing her by, practically dancing on wheels, and she'd seen her brother, Jalil, fall down more times than Alix could have counted to back then. She'd only stayed on as inexperienced as she had been by her father's gentle hand on her back and his soft encouraging words.
Alix would later learn that he chose not to skate, because he tended to fall over almost as much as Jalil did, but Alix didn't care. In her mind, her father would always be there encouraging her even when he didn't understand exactly why she did some of the things that she did. Alix loved her dad so, so much, was glad that he spent every moment that he could with them while growing up, and though Alix wasn't as interested in history as her father and brother was, she didn't feel like an outcast either.
She was just herself and a happy woman at that. Alix carefully brought the blade of the knife down and tossed the newly cut vegetables in the pot, half humming under her breath, and just remembering what really began to shape the woman that she's now become. Alix could see her dad as the catalyst, the easy support that kept her growing strong, but she couldn't forget her husband's influence on her life, certainly not when his arms were thrown around her, and she winced at the fact that he was still sweaty and kind of stunk from his workout.
"What are you making?" He mumbled, the rumble half hidden in his chest, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at it.
"Stew, Dad's favorite. Don't forget he's coming over for Father's Day dinner, and so is Jalil. So go get your shower." Alix told him, being clearly reminded as to why she hadn't worked out earlier. Her father probably would like a hint of manners tonight, and besides, she was more than excited to see him as she hadn't found time with the busyness of her married life and athletic ventures or her trusty job at the gym to make time to see her dad in months.
Kim wasn't going to ruin it for her at all; she wouldn't let him.
"Okay," Her husband of two years sighed, but at the very least, he did listen, finding his way back to the bathroom to get cleaned up before the Kubdel family joined them for dinner. Alix couldn't keep her smile off her face as she finished up dinner and as her brother and father finally arrived for dinner.
Alix wasn't the affectionate sort, but her father wouldn't leave here without a hug from his youngest and only daughter. Besides, she had just the kind of news that she was sure would make him excited. She could only hope that Kim didn't blow it.
