To a daughter, dad is daddy. Dad is strength and courage. To a daughter dad is a hero. He is hard work and sacrifice. When in trouble, dad is defense and guidance. He is support and he is unfailing love. Daddy is late night four-wheeler rides to check the cows. He's dinner at Cook's-tin roof for dessert. Dad is discipline with a firm hand and comfort with a soft touch. He is running to the house after chores, hand in hand. Dad is the milk truck driver and everyone's friend. Daddy is much needed approval. He's the kindest soul.
That's what dad is to a daughter. That's what you are to me.
I love you, daddy.
About Me
- Jenna
- Wakarusa, Indiana
- I am a student and a studier. I am a lover and a fighter. I am a dreamer and a writer. I am an emotional wreck and a well thought out plan. I am the product of divine appointment and faith that moves mountains. I am in a state of constant change, and I am looking forward to the future.
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