Daddy

I am his first. I remember the pictures of him carrying me sideways because that was what gave me comfort as a baby. He met my strong will head on and challenged me, disciplined me, loved me, but never held me back. I wanted to sing, and then have babies and stay at home with them just like mom. He supported me through it all. He has made me laugh so hard I've cried on so many occasions I couldn't count them. And if we are laughing side by side you will see just how much we are alike as our bellies both jiggle identically. If something big happens in life he is the first person I want to call. I covet his prayers for me and my family. He loves my mom they way all men should love their wives, and the way Christ commands in the Bible. There is little I remember from being sick 8 years ago. But I do remember before the bad turned into good the relief and tears that came when he walked into the hospital room. My dad was there, I was going to be ok. I'm almost 32 years old. And while I call him "dad," he will always be my daddy in my heart. Thanks for a lifetime of love dad. You mean the world to me - always.