I had to take a few days to do this because when I think about my daddy I get extremely emotional. I love him that much. Not only is he the best father hands down, he’s even more special because he chose to take on that role for someone else’s kid when he didn’t have to do so.
My biological parents split when I was 2. Up until I was 10, I had an on again/off again relationship with my biological father for reasons I won’t go into here because this isn’t about him.
But my mom married my stepfather when I was 5 and he is the man that raised me and the one I call “daddy”. To say he is a loving and sacrificial father is an understatement. His entire life has been spent in care of his family, always putting their needs ahead of his own to his own financial and physical health detriment. He worked hard. Very hard. He did without so we could have what we needed and even a lot of what we wanted. He spent time. He attended football games and dance recitals. He coached softball teams. He spent his off days fixing cars for us to be able to ride the roads doing things we weren’t supposed to be doing in the first place! He was there. Not only did he provide for his wife and daughters but he provided for his mother-in-law, other relatives and friends whenever he could.
And he STILL does these things even though he has had health issues in the last few years. He fights those issues just so he can keep doing things for others. I am so proud of him.
He loves unconditionally. Even when we screw up and disappoint him, he’s still there. The sun rises and sets in my dad. He set the bar so high to show us girls how a man should treat a woman!
There is no one greater than my daddy. I don’t know what we’d do or where we’d be without him.
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