Today was a big day for me. And yet, everything from my commute to work to my day’s assignments was perfectly ordinary. I glanced down at my watch at around and couldn’t fight the grin that came across my face. At the start of the day’s daily stock trade, two hours away, my Dad was ringing the bell at the New York Stock Exchange.
Ever since I was little, it has always been he who was proud of me, but a few years wiser, I can now really appreciate his professional success and the happiness and fulfillment it undoubtedly gives him. To see him ring the bell to start the day’s trading, with an ear to ear grin, wearing an orange tie because, according to him, “orange is the coolest color,” was akin to the day I showed him my college acceptance letter. The pride I saw in his eyes that day was mirrored in my eyes today.
Though I may never ring the bell on the NYSE (just ask my college accounting professor), I know that he and I have reached a point where we can celebrate each other’s successes not just as father and daughter, but as I get older, also as friends.