I'll Always Be My Daddy's Girl - Her View From Home

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A girl needs her dad, it’s that simple.

I was blessed to be raised by great parents. My mother was the ultimate warrior. A stay-at-home mom, booster club president, and Girl Scout troop leader extraordinaire. My sister and I always had everything we needed to thrive.

Who was the constant that made all of that possible? Dad.

Working full-time, sometimes even two jobs at a time. He made sure my mom could stay home with us and give us the stability we needed.

“Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong” (1 Corinthians 16:13).

My dad’s love has always been strong and unconditional.

The silent strength behind us. Guiding, supporting, and encouraging us.

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A girl’s first experience with male love comes courtesy of her father. We learn how truly important actions are. All of the flowers, chocolates, and promises mean nothing if a man does not show up for you.

Who is there when I need an honest opinion? Dad.

Who is there to help me wipe away my tears and then tell me to get right back up again? Dad.

Who was the one to hold everything together when it felt like life was falling apart? Dad.

Who came to check on me every day when I was going through a breakup and felt like the pain would never go away? Dad.

Who always has the best jokes ready to help cheer me up? Dad.

Who has been the one to rest his hand on a beloved family pet as they take their last breath? Dad.

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Who has always supported all of us with our dreams? Dad.

Who taught me how to drive? Dad.

Who made sure we had a loving home to grow up in? Dad.

Who was the one who slept on my floor at night to protect me from monsters? Dad.

Who always makes sure my tires have enough air in them and my car has a full tank of gas? Dad.

Who is the most fun and loving papa to my son? Dad.

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Mom introduces you to the world. Dad introduces the world to you.

Being a daddy’s girl means you understand what it means to be loved and accepted for who you are. And we should never want for anything less.

I was and always am a daddy’s girl. For that I will always be proud.

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Rachel Ketcham

Rachel is a law-enforcement wife, stay-at-home mom, former teacher, and writer at heart. In her free time she enjoys iced coffee, family trips to Target, off-roading in her Jeep, and snuggling up with a good book. She is the owner and writer of Hold These Moments, a lifestyle website that focuses on helping parents, teachers, and law enforcement spouses discover simple tools that minimize stress and promote mindfulness.

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