Daddy's Little Girl

Every daughter has a father. Every daughter has a different story. Some might look at my story and see it entirely different than the way I see it. Sure, times were tough. There were some definite hard bumps along the way. Some might say my childhood wasn't ideal. But, to me, it was a perfect journey. It was my journey. It was the journey that formed and shaped me. The journey that made me the person I am today. I am so grateful for my path in life and I wouldn't change a single thing.

Thank you Dad for being who you are. Thank you for teaching me how to persevere through the toughest times. Thank you for overcoming and enduring your story... for me.

When I think of some of the sweet memories I have of being my Dad's little girl I think of shoulder rides, dancing together, applying his shaving cream to his face, his whistle that we could hear from anywhere, silky ear lobes that I would rub as I sat on his shoulders, trips to Disneyland, cooking together, gin rummy, the smell of his mustache wax, the smell of his Kuros cologne, long road trips from Oregon to California, eyelash kisses, snuggling in and watching cartoons, flying kites at the beach, fishing, the blue Cadillac, doing math problems, playing chess and knowing above all else that he loved me.

I have his nose, his feet, his stubbornness, his determination, his packing skills, his self-confindence, his work-ethic, his compassion, his soft-mushy heart and his tear ducts. Put both of us in front of an evening movie, while we are reclining, and we will be out in approximately five minutes. There is so much of my Dad in me, and I could not be more proud to be his daughter!

Love you Dad, Happy Father's Day!