The bond between a father and daughter is like no other, especially if you were a daddy’s girl like me. I always chose daddy first. He was the only friend I needed and I clung to him like I was desperate for every ounce of attention he could give me. In fact, when it came to making friends, I just wanted to stay put on my daddy’s lap, for it was familiar and comfortable. Every year that I grew older and bigger it became more uncomfortable for both me and him. My daddy’s legs would cramp from the added weight of each year, and perhaps I was a little too tall for my father to see over my head as he used to. An active effort was made by my daddy for me to make new friends. My dad picked out my first true friend and we remained friends for such a long time. Eventually, we realized that not only had my daddy picked him out for a friend, but maybe as a potential husband.

Our bond was unstoppable, but it did come with its perks. I was spoiled. Spoiled rotten, in fact, and I absolutely hate to admit that. I always thought it was the fact that I was the only girl in the family, but that was definitely not it. I had daddy wrapped around my finger. If I really wanted something I probably could have got it. I mean I got daddy to dress up as a Disney princess on several occasions. He would prance around singing “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid in his pink boa and tiara, which I later grew to hate, but I appreciated it as a little girl. We were always two peas in a pod, and definitely more similar then we would like to admit. As I grew older things started to change.

Now, I am a college student living over an hour away from home, and being in college I no longer talk to my dad every day. I, however, do spend more time talking to my mother, so maybe I am not as close to my daddy as I used to be. As you grow older, you no longer want to be looked at as a little girl. We no longer strive to be a princess when we grow up but a professional. Even though we have traded in our tiara for a briefcase doesn’t mean daddy isn’t the number one man in our life. Well, at least daddy doesn’t have to worry until we find our future husband, but no one will ever replace daddy. At least when we get married daddy will once again get to see us as his princess for at least one more day, but until then let your little girl be a woman. We say a lot more than we used to, and we are much more opinionated. Just be patient we are constantly changing, but one thing will never change. No matter what we will love you! I love you, daddy!