We'll Always Be Daddy's Little Girls
Over at LQ, we're our dads' #1 fans! It's so easy to take all they do for us for granted, but this weekend we're singing their praises. Singing it loud, and singing it proud. And we don't want to hear anything about our singing voices...after all we got that from you! And yes, my Johnny Cash voice is the same as my Bruce Springsteen voice...
So Happy Father's Day, big guy!
You're just the greatest! And out of all the dads, that's really saying something. I mean, how many of them have a #1 Dad mug AND t-shirt?!
Not just anyone would let us express our early make-up interest by volunteering to be our model. Even when our color choices made our little brother cry when he saw you. That blush shade just didn't go with your moustache. And you never complained about the rash that make-up gave you. In our books, that makes you the absolute best.
Regardless of your sometimes questionable wardrobe choices, you really are the cat's pajamas. No, not everything goes with camouflage (and yes, we can still see you), but you're a trend setter. No, not everyone is wearing socks with sandals, but if everyone was jumping off a bridge, you wouldn't do that either.
I mean, you've told us a million times, and we've started to believe you. Any one can be a Father. But, it really takes some one special to be a Dad. And you're doing it!
We've always been impressed by your physical prowess. For teaching us how to flex our gangling little kid muscles. The proper form of a cannon ball. For taking the time to teach us that a real lady should know how to throw a real punch. And we all know that you don't land a lady like mom with just that winning personality. We all know she's with you for that bod. And because you can make your pectoral muscles dance. After all, we get our good looks from you, isn't that what you're always telling everyone? Oh, and our brains. Wait, what do we even get from Mom? Oh yeah, that's right, our attitude...
You've always taken the time to teach us those valuable life lessons, that some day we'll pass along to our human/fur children. You taught us that life isn't always easy, but it can be worth it. That most often the things that worry us most are the things that work themselves out. That it's okay to be different, because being different is what makes us special. How to stand up for ourselves. And that sometimes it doesn't matter how much sugar you add to those lemons, sometimes you just have to go for the oranges, and that's okay.
Thanks for answering all those late night phone calls with a "WHAT?! What? Okay, bye." And showing up in record time with the Pajama Taxi. For also driving all our friends home, regardless of how out of the way it was. And for putting up with all those off key renditions of Bohemian Rhapsody from the back seat. You were already kind of deaf in one ear anyway, right?
Over the years we've really tested your patience. Like that time you took us fishing for hours, but by the time we got home we were hit with a wave of remorse and felt too bad about the little fishes flopping around in the bucket. So you took us back so that we could dump them back in. Sometimes you didn't always understand us, and we haven't always seen eye to eye. But, you have always had our back. And we (and the fishes) thank you.
From how to catch a tad pole, to how to properly mix paint colors, to the best milk ratio for the creamiest mashed potatoes. For the TV only seeming to ever be on the Discovery or History channel. You've taught us that we are capable of doing anything we put our minds too. That we may not be the best at everything, but it's at least worth a try. And maybe we wouldn't tell mom about it when she got home...
For all the tea parties you attended, all the imaginary tea you drank, and opting to give Teddy your chair when he showed up late and hadn't even bothered to RSVP. For all the nights you got home late from work in the summer, and took us swimming anyway, until the sun went down. For all the shoes you booby trapped over doorways that fell on our heads. For finding us crying when we lost our two front teeth because we were convinced they would never grow back in, and for taking out your false front teeth to show us it was okay...and that some how made it all better. For wearing that hideous clown tie we gifted you when we were four to all important life events since. For joining the annual egg hunt six Easters ago, and pushing us to the ground on the run towards a cream egg. For being the first on and the last one off the dance floor. Quite simply, if awesome only went to ten, you'd go all the way to eleven.
Just look at the daughter you raised, You did a great job, if we do say so ourselves.
And you know it to be true when your children post your picture on the internet. Here's looking at you, Dad!
(Meghan and her Dad)
(Faith and her Dad)
(Melissa and her Dad)
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