I'm not saying the "providing part" of men. I know a woman doesn't need a man, but I'm talking about all the other ways because I know what's behind ME and that is my husband, my dad, and my grandpa. So as I write this letter to my dad, I sit next to my husband that shares so many qualities my dad continues to have and that my grandpa exemplified daily. I may not live under his roof anymore but I am oh so blessed to have lived there, learned from him, laughed with him, and leaned on him. I may not be rocking out in your car with you on the way to SMOY basketball practice anymore but I'll always be your little girl.
I often get the question at school when this picture above is the background to my computer, "But why are you crying Mrs. C? Isn't that your wedding?" I simply reply, "Yes it was, but I love my daddy." Some of them smile and look at me like I'm crazy (some not having father figures or because in that stage of their life, high school, they're not the biggest fans of their parents) What the students don't know is that this is what the other side looks like...
I can count the number of times I've seen my dad cry on one hand. Two of which were wedding induced. "I love my daddy." It's that simple. And sometimes I take it for granted. He doesn't hear thank you enough. It's not about the school I went to, the club sports, or the vacations. It's about his strength, generosity, and wisdom. Some dads are physically stronger than others.
(Hey, my dad could probably run circles around me) But it's about how rock solid the inside is. He's like a silent killer (and no not just his farts) but when I'm broken, lost, or unsure.. before I know it, he'll have option ideas, be there, or walk with me through it. He gets things done and doesn't expect recognition. He not only helps us get through the hard times but he bears our troubles and our moods. With a mom, one sister, and then getting married and having two daughters, he carries a lot of weight inside.
They say moms are like glue to the family. Well, I think dads are the bricks. They are at the base, then holding more bricks on top, their weight, and continue to do so even through wind and storms. It's not just his strength but his generosity. I hope that I can be as generous as my dad (and mom) one day. They'd do anything for anyone. They'd never let a family member or friend fall. And I'm not just talking monetarily. That man, my dad, will give you his time, his energy, and gifts when needed. He volunteers his time even when working and traveling like a dog all week. Swim teams would go without scoring, teams not coached, eucharist not prepared, or house fixes would be lengthy and expensive. Lastly, a dad's wisdom is taken for granted. I don't use maps, GPS, or google unknown things. I just call my dad. He's the smartest person I know. (I definitely know more about fashion, but luckily he's learned to take my advice on that) Whether it's Cincinnati history, sports stats, a math equation, or the artist to a random song.. he'll know it. (Talk about a perfect trivia partner!) And I just think we take men's wisdom for granted; they're just expected to be smart. (But we all know some don't even come close to their potential) I'm so lucky to have him because I always learn new things when I'm with him even if sometimes it turns into a competition or he just completely shows me up! (yes dad, we probably should've had the world map in my room instead of Rachel's)
So long story short (ish), I love the man I call daddy. And I am thankful for his presence, his strength, his generosity, and his wisdom daily. I know for a fact I wouldn't be where I am today without you dad, your high expectations, the laughs, and your good genes. Just don't forget.. I see you! (the bricks you carry and the love you always give) You are not unnoticed. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Love your little girl.
hugs,
abi
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