June 21 is Daddies’ Day
That’s right. It’s Daddies’ Day. Anyone can be a father, but it takes a very special man to be a daddy.
I want to congratulate all the daddies out there, but I will always have an affinity and special appreciation for daddies of little girls. So here’s to you.
Your little girl will always love you like nobody else you’ve ever met; especially when she’s small and when she’s grown up. And you will love her through her teenage years when she’s mortified to be seen with you. Because she’s your little girl.
You were your little girl’s first superhero -- you had magical powers to take the boo-boos away. When she saw you coming in the door after work and her eyes lit up, it was because she knew the handsomest man in the world would sweep her up in his arms, smother her with kisses and make her feel like the supreme princess of the universe.
“Look at me, Daddy!,” she called out to you a million times, whether it was after you let go of the bicycle and she pedaled away, or at her first dance recital, or her first soccer game, or when she caught her first fish.
You were there for her first day of school. You dropped her off for her first slumber party, then came back at 9 p.m. to pick her up after she called in tears because she missed home. You answered, “Who’s there?” 100 times as she repeated the only joke she could remember. And you always laughed.
And you were bewildered when her personality completely changed when she reached adolescence. Your sweet little girl wasn’t so sweet anymore as the hormones kicked in and she hated her body and her emotions and was confused with and mad at the world in general.
But you were patient. You taught her to drive a straight-shift and worried incessantly each time she left the house. None of those boys who started sniffing around were worthy of your princess, but you couldn’t stop her from going out with them. And you probably fantasized about what you would do to any boy who treated your little angel with anything less than worship.
You beamed with pride when your little girl walked across the podium at her high school graduation, then felt sad as you helped her unpack her belongings and move into her freshman dorm room. And your heart broke a little when she said, “Bye Daddy!” before you drove off. Four years later, your little girl, now a young woman, walked across the stage again to accept her degree, and for a moment, you completely forgot about how much it cost.
Years went by and your little girl didn’t call home as much as you would have liked. But when she called from a city hundreds of mile aways to say, “Daddy, he gave me a ring!,” you knew she was making a good decision.
And when you walked her down the aisle, lifted her veil and kissed her cheek, the last person she smiled at before looking at her groom was you.
Nobody can love a man like a girl loves her daddy.
My best wishes to you all!
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6 comments:
Very very sweet and so insightful.
Your Daddy and I had a little chat before we got married, the contents of which will never be divulged. But I won't be messing with his daughter any time soon ;-)
You could alway spin a story or write a tale, but I can see into your heart on this one.
Oh my Lord! How sweet! How precious!
Leigh Ann, that was simply amazing.
My Dad was the man who taught me to drive, did everything possible to help me learn how to back in park even though I have never done so since, and when my post-college boyfriend broke up with me and I wanted to die, he was the person I called in the middle of the night to cry to. Not my girlfriends. Not my mom. My Dad. Who told me that man didn't deserve me. He pretty much taught me what to look for to find the one who did.
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