For My Dad

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Do you remember those times you used to take me to the hardware store on the weekends? I wanted to go down every isle, every time, but my favorite was the one with all the nails, screws and bolts. I would stick my arms, elbow deep, into those buckets and let the cold metal pieces slip through my fingers.

Thank you for taking me with you.

I've never met a braver guy than you Dad. You were always my superhero. No one else could compare, how could they? You were obviously the strongest, the bravest, and the smartest.

Thank you for being my hero.

You called all seven of us kids buddy. But that didn't change the fact that every time you said it to me, I felt like the best buddy you ever had.

Thank you for being my friend.

I looked forward to Saturdays. Saturdays meant that it was time to work. There was always a new project to be done. My favorite was painting. You taught us how to cover every inch of that wall in a beautiful, even, clean layer of paint. As we painted you would play some good ol' rock and roll on the radio. Every time I hear old rock, I can't help but think of you.

Thank you for teaching me to work.

Every silly song I wrote, every piece of paper I filled, every cookie I baked, you encouraged me. You made me feel like I could sing, like I could write, like I could be anyone I wanted to be, even when I didn't.

Thank you for believing in me.

You taught me how to climb mountains, literally. From the time I was extremely little you took us on mountain adventures. You taught me how to navigate a map, read a compass, start a fire, survive if I was lost, and climb higher when I felt like giving up. Those trips taught me that there was no mountain to high, or rocky, or steep, that I couldn't climb it.

Thank you for pushing me to be better.

There were so many times I asked you what you thought of my outfit: church, the first day of school, homecoming, prom, the first date... I always wanted your approval. Without fail, every time you would look at me and say, "Buddy, it looks great."

Thank you for helping me feel beautiful.

I always knew you loved me. No matter how annoying, or disobedient, or stupid I sometimes was, you were there. When I had nightmares in the night, you were there. When I was sick or in pain, you were there. When I foolishly got my heart broken, by the boy who didn't care... you were there.

Thank you for being there.

I was convinced every night that someone was going to break into our house. I know I am probably the most paranoid person you know, and I'm sorry for the amount of times I asked you if all the doors were locked... I just had to double check. The truth is, as long as you were there, I knew I didn't need to be worried.

Thank you for protecting me.

Boy would we have the best wrestling matches known to man. It was all us kids against you. Do you remember how we would all climb on your arm and attempt to hold it down? Even with every single one of us pushing our weight down on you, you were still able to lift us all up. I always was in awe of that. My dad had to be the strongest guy alive, I'm still convinced that he is.

Thank you for being strong.

Every morning when we woke up, before you took off to work, we would gather as a family and kneel on the stairs to pray. I looked forward to that more than you would ever know. You taught me that it was important. You taught me to trust God. You taught me that I was never alone.

Thank you for having faith.

Then there was the day I came home with a ring on my finger. I remember showing you and seeing that maybe you weren't quite ready. Because as much as I sometimes talked back, or the times I was lazy when you wanted me to get something down, I knew you were going to miss me. I didn't think it was possible dad, to love another man as much as I love you. How could I ever find someone as strong, and brave, and amazing as you? I never thought it was possible until it happened. Some things you can't believe without seeing. Just know you will always be the first man I loved.

Thank you for giving me away.


If I could even wrote 1/100th of the memories I have with you, or lessons you have taught me, I would. But I can't. There are too many to count. You have filled my life with moments that I wouldn't trade for the world.

I am the luckiest girl alive to have you as my dad and I mean each and every one of those words.

Happy Fathers Day Dad!

I love you.


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