Dear Dad,
First, let me say thanks for giving me lunch money this week because I am so broke.
Next, thank you for all the little things you do that I don't remember to be grateful for. Thank you for filling up my car every week; thank you spotting me $5 for a quick bite to eat before class; thank you for cleaning out my disgusting living space that is my backseat; thank you for doing my laundry. You don't do it because you're my dad and you have to, you do it because you want to.
You are literally the craziest, but the most hilarious guy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You are the only person who can make me laugh and bawl my eyes out at the same time. You can get under my skin with that wacky sense of humor of yours, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you for the never-ending sarcasm, sharp wit and goofy jokes that just brighten up the gloomiest of my days. I don't always get your jokes and you confuse me a lot, but I laugh anyway because you can make anything funny.
I share your sense of curiosity and you always want to try new things. Whether it be eating at a weird, new restaurant or touring a new museum, every moment with you is an adventure. Thank you for guiding, and sometimes forcing, me out of my comfort zone. I will hold onto those memories for the rest of my life.
Thank you for spoiling me. Daddy's girl was never more true in my case. You do everything for me, and sometimes it seems a little unfair because I feel I don't do as much as I could for you. That never bothered you, though. You always told me that as a dad, its your job to have my back. Mere words cannot describe how much that means to me. I am so happy that you will always be in my corner.
To be honest, Dad, this letter is so hard to write. It isn't because I don't have enough great things to write about you, it's the fact that I have too many great things to write about. If i kept going on and on about how you are Super Dad, this article will be 7,000 words long. And I know you -- you are not patient enough to sit and read 7,000 words. Hell, you have a hard enough time reading 500 words. Sorry Pops, I had to take a little jab at your perpetual impatience. But that is totally OK, because I'm impatient too. Wonder who I got it from?
Overall, what I am trying to say is that I love you. I love you like crazy. I don't tell you a lot, and sometimes when I'm mad I call you not-so-nice names and say I hate you. But I don't mean that and I never will. Padre, Dad, Daddy, Male Parental Unit, you make my life so much better by just being in it. My final thank you is for everything and anything you have ever done for me in my 21 years of life. I can only hope that I can take what I've learned from you and become at least a semi-functional adult. You are the most important man in my life and always will be. And lastly, for the billionth time, I love you.
Love,
Your daughter
