Dear Dad,

Growing up I was always attached to Mom’s hip, everyone says we’re alike, and it’s clear she is my role model. The beautiful, strong, fun woman that you married is the reason that I’m considered a “mommy’s girl.”

But, I’m writing to tell you that that’s not all that I am.

Although I might have a very apparent connection and relationship with Mom, that doesn’t mean that my relationship with you is any less important.

You’ve provided me with the life I’m so lucky to live, you’ve taught me about family and boundless life lessons through your stories and insight.

You’ve been there for me through all of my hard times, and you’ve never failed to prove you’d never leave my side.

Your rules growing up made us butt heads. But now they’ve made me understand and appreciate the journey of becoming an adult.

Your strength and attitude are a lot like mine, which used to conflict us, but now I’m grateful I’ve got this head on my shoulders.

Growing up, I was a little girl who saw Mom as a celebrity; I just wanted to be like her. While that’s still very true, as an adult now, I can confidently say I also want to be like you, Dad.

Someone strong, independent, trustworthy, goofy, fun, open minded, dependable, honest, and loving.

You’re not like most Dad’s and I know I’m lucky to have someone who cares and does so much for me.

You’re the man of the house and the man of my life.

Thank you for watching me cry to her first, and knowing I would come to you when I was ready. And thank you for being there with open arms when I needed it most.

Thank you for letting me make my mistakes and still helping me clean up the mess.

Thank you for watching me bond with her through secrets and girl’s nights, and knowing that I would still bond with you in other ways.

Thank you for dealing with my teen years and girly changes, without letting that affect your love for me.

Thank you for being the brains of my decisions when Mom and I couldn’t stop being emotional.

Thank you for attempting to teach me how to be handy around the house, and with a car, even if I can’t use all of that knowledge without your reminders.

Most importantly, thank you for being my Dad.

My forever Valentine.

My supporter.

My bodyguard.

My handyman.

My 911 call.

My hero.

My friend.

No matter how much people may think I’m a Mommy’s girl, I’m a Daddy’s girl too thanks to you.

I love you more than you know.

Sincerely,

The “Mommy’s Girl”