A Letter To Daddy From Your Daughter Who’s All Grown Up Now
I want you to know that you’re the bravest man I know.
At 27, you set apart everything sure and familiar for love. You could have had anything you wanted, and you chose us. You taught me what my priorities should be.
You taught me that love is always worth the fight. For that, I thank you.
You gave me your face, your nature, and your strength. Even when I have little else left, these will always remain mine. And I’m grateful, eternally.
You know how you always wore an old shirt for Christmas? But our dresses were always new. And the gifts we asked Santa for every year, we always found them under the tree, waiting for us on Christmas morning.
We know it was you, Daddy. We know you were Santa. But we’ll always believe in the magic.
Remember how you’d hurry back home in time to put your little girl in the bathtub and scrub her dirty face clean? Remember you hurried back home from across the globe once because your little girl caught a fever and refused to get well until you did?
You came to my rescue every time I scraped a knee or needed help with math. You are my hero.
You taught me how to swim. You taught me to be fearless. And I’m no longer afraid of the sea.
You always had a joke to turn a tense situation around. You didn’t smile too often, but you always made sure we did. You taught me how to appreciate the little things.
Remember that time money was tight? That was when you taught me the value of sacrifice. There were months you worked overtime just to buy me a pair of roller blades. And you insisted on dropping us off everywhere, but you took the bus every day. You still do.
You’ve set the bar oh-so-high for all the men in my life. No one can compare with you. You taught me that some men can be relied on, and that some men do come through.
You always did.
You took us places, opened up our worlds, and gave us wings to fly on.
I’m soaring, Daddy, can you see me now?
Holding your hand as a child, I knew I was safe. You took my hand once again last year, when I couldn’t take the pain any longer.
And I knew again, that I could get through this. And I did. You breathed freely again.
You thought I didn’t notice but I know that under that tough act you’re all soft. I love you for pretending to be stronger than you are and holding the fort in rough seas.
You’re probably surprised that I’m writing to you. This is the first time, after all, and I have a lifetime of things to put into a letter. But I will only say so much.
Thank you. For all the lessons, for all the love.
KEEP IN TOUCH!
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