I think of my Daddy

Sometimes when I fancy myself something beyond my training…like a lawyer or a doctor or a journalist, I think of my Daddy and how he would say that I could be any of those things.  And he would mean it but love me if I never quite accomplished any of them.

Sometimes when I watch my girl look at her own Daddy all starry eyed and loved just right, I think of my Daddy and how he made me feel that way.  How he still makes me feel that way.
Sometimes when I think about security and how the true kind can only be found in our Heavenly Father, I think of my Daddy and how he showed me what a Father’s security should look and feel like.  How it smells like his coat.
Sometimes when I think about honesty and honor and how it’s hard to be honest and honorable ALL the time, I think of my Daddy and how he is.  Honest AND honorable…even if those are the only two things he ends up with.  As an adult, I respect him most for that.
Sometimes when I think about forts and bikes and swimming, I think of my Daddy.  And how those things sure do translate nicely into his new role as Pops, too.  
I love you, Daddy, and think you are better than the best.  There’s a reason your daughters ended up with incredible husbands…you showed us what high standards look like.

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