Dear Dad,
Words can't describe how much you mean to me. From the first day that I could talk to today, when I can pick up the phone any time of day and I know that you will answer (most of the time), but I have to thank you especially for always being there, no matter what. Since a very young age, I have always looked up to you as a great role model.
Thank you to all my memories that we have made throughout myself growing up through the trip to California to even London. Thank you for making me step out of my comfort zone with different tours and rides when we plan to do something fun. Thank you for being my partner in crime and letting me embrace who I am and not change for anybody.
For the past few years, life hasn't been the easiest on us, between the divorce and everything in between, but you were always my biggest cheerleader and supporter in everything I did and do. From all my sporting events, dance recitals, and everything else, you were always my number one fan through them all. I couldn't have asked for a better support system, through all the running around from place to place and all that you did for me. Thank you for loving sports as I do and have a passion for watching games every week on the television. Even though when we talk on the phone you are the talkative one which is fine, but I understand you miss me and are excited about what is happening with my life. I am always happy and excited to share what is happening with me.
It is just you and I until the end, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even though we bicker and fight, like any father and daughter, the amount of love I have for you in is explainable. You mean so much to me and have helped me become a better version of myself and I thank you for that. I hope when I get older that I become an awesome parent to my children, just like you are to me. I owe you one when you get older. Don't worry, I will be taking care of you. If we can get past this past few two years of going through tough issues I think that we can get through anything.
Love,
Your Little One