My hero. My role model. My protector. My first love. My look-alike. My inspiration. My dad.
I’ve been a daddy’s girl since the day I was born. I remember waking up early on weekends to ride in his golf cart all day while he golfed. I remember begging him to “elly” me every night before I went to sleep. I remember climbing into bed with him and mama after I had nightmares because I knew he would keep me safe. I remember having puzzle races and he’d never let me win. I remember feeling insecure and he’d remind me that I was the prettiest girl in school. I remember every Sunday after church he’d make macaroni and cheese with Vienna sausages. I remember all the corny, dad jokes he made all the time. (Who am I kidding, he still tells those on a daily basis) I remember all the daddy-daughter dates he took me on because we are the only ones in the family who eat sushi.I remember getting in fights with classmates at school all growing up because I was convinced that my dad was the coolest. (Still convinced) I remember the silly monkey face he would make when I was young. I remember asking him to grow a beard and he never would, and when he finally did, I wouldn’t kiss him. I remember the love and support he gave and still gives me everyday.
My dad is the one I can count on to kill all the scary bugs and spiders for me, make the same silly jokes everyday, still cut my meat for me if I ask, and support me in everything I do.
I have my daddy’s eyes and I only hope one day I can have his strength, courage, amazing love for the Lord, and perseverance. I only hope the man I marry one day is half as amazing as him.
I love you forever, Dad.
You’re daughter, Amy.
