My Dad was born on Mother’s Day. Growing up, I would hear Grandma, who lived with us, say that he was her best Mother’s Day present. Even now, that makes me smile.
I am a Daddy’s girl. My Dad and I have always had a special bond and I have many memories of things he and I did together. I remember the first 5K I ran with him and how happy I was that he wanted to spend time with me. He took me to a baseball game once, just me and him. There is the controversial gift I received that my sister still brings up. We had been gem mining and my parents let me have a sapphire ring made. Well, it was August and I didn’t want to wait for Christmas. I convinced Dad to give it to me then as a “Good Daughter Award.” That didn’t go over well at home, but it was sure a good memory for me.
My Dad has always made me feel special. He encouraged me in all I did and came to every choir concert, piano recital, or play I was in. That seemed normal at the time, but now I know all daddies don’t do that. He was there with a smile on his face that showed me there was no place else he’d rather be.
Dad listened when I needed him to and gave advice when I needed some. He taught me to dream big. We may not achieve everything we want, but the important thing is to try. I learned that by watching him.
Dad is a loving example of a godly father and husband. He is the reason I made a good choice when I married James. I knew what to look for and to find a man who cherishes me and now our two girls.
I never doubt Dad’s love for me or that he would do anything for me. I grew up secure in the knowledge that I could never do anything that would make him not love me. Because of his love, I am who who I am today.
Now Dad is the first person I call on many occasions. He gives me advice, listens to me, laughs with me, cries with me, and most important, prays for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better dad.
Happy early Birthday Dad! I love you!
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