Growing up, I was a “daddy’s girl”. Just ask anyone who knew me as a young girl: I ADORED my dad.
He was always “Daddy” to me, he gave me all the love that a little girl needed. He loved and respected my mother, and did the same to me.
I was never ashamed to hold his hand in public. Being his helper with projects requiring power tools was my favorite. Along with daddy/daughter trips to Menards, with stops on the way home for ice cream; watching Sunday football games together in the basement; and riding the bus together to high school basketball games as daughter and coach.
I never questioned how worthy I was of love—my dad showed me.
Every boy I ever met, I compared to my dad.
To this day, any time I get to spend with my dad is special. We live many miles away, but the distance between us, and the time that passes doesn’t affect how I feel about my daddy, even as an adult.
He is the first man I ever loved, and I will love him forever. He holds a very special place in my heart, a place that only a father can hold.
The true love of your earthly Father is one of the most important gifts a girl can be given. I don’t take for granted how blessed I am to have such a wonderful daddy.
I prayed my girls would have a father who loved them the way mine loved me. And I can already see the same look in my girls’ eyes when they look at their dad. It’s the way I look at mine. The comfort, protection, and love they get from him is evident. I know that just as I never questioned my worth because of my father’s love, neither will my girls.
What some may view as childish and embarrassing, I see as a wonderful testimony to the man behind the name “Daddy”.
There is no doubt in my mind, they’ll be calling their dad “Daddy” even when they are grown, like me.
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