Dear Daddy,
It’s no surprise I am a daddy’s girl who loves her hardworking, dedicated, supportive, appreciative, and loving dad. You have been (and always will be) my biggest inspiration and role model. You have always been the most selfless person, taking care of my sister and I. You are our “daddio”, our father, our rock, and our whole world.
You are my father, who I know I can endlessly count on to be there for me. There will never be a greater guy than you, dad. Even when I do grow up one day and get married, you are my dad and no man can ever replace you.
Growing up, there was never a time where you missed an event I was in - whether it was a cheering competition, a track meet, a birthday party, or singing in the choir at church. No matter what, you were always there. As long as I have been alive, I have counted on you being there and supporting me in everything I do. With commuting about two hours to and from work, I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been to drive as far as you did and sit in traffic, but you still somehow always managed to make it to BOTH me and my sister’s events on time. Even when they were at the same time, you managed to be in two places at once.
You’ve taught me how to love God, how to love myself, and give myself credit when I lack the courage to do so. Even though I never come out and tell you what was wrong, you always knew when something was up making me upset. You always have the best advice to make me feel better, followed by a big warm hug and a few jokes.
You are one of the most selfless, caring, amazing, loving, supportive, hard-working, and determined person in my life. I am beyond blessed and grateful to call you my dad. I hope to be half the person you are one day and continue to make you proud. Thank you for always being there for me, listening to me rant on about things that definitely are not important, loving me unconditionally, accepting me through all my faults and mistakes, always making sure my sister and I are taken care of, and more importantly, never giving up on me. But hey, isn’t “that what dads are for”?
I love you, daddy.
Love, your (favorite) daughter
