I don't know how you do it. How you manage. How you manage to travel all over the world my whole life, and still be here. For me. Always.
You're always here to tell me I'm beautiful, (that's where I take after you, you say), to laugh at my jokes, or to make me laugh. To taste my attempts at cooking, praise my victories, swallow and give advice for my failures, always.
When I told you people say girls marry someone like their fathers, you chaffed, "Then you'll never get married!" And it's true, it'd be pretty hard to find someone like you, Daddy.
To me, you're the epitome of a father, husband, man. With you I'm learning to question things, to see behind actions, to think for myself. I'm a slow learner Daddy, but I'm watching, and I'll learn.
I remember moments Daddy, I remember you trying to make a ponytail with my hair for me to go to school while Mommy was in the hospital with Victor. I remember how you used to get me up to go to first grade every morning, we'd race. To see who could get up and ready faster. I remember you allowing me to win.
You've been through a lot Daddy, and through all the things I've watched you going through, my admiration just grows. You've always been here for us Daddy, we'll always be here for you too.
Thank you Daddy. For everything. For being mine. For being here. For being who you are. For being strong. For your support. For your trust. For your love. And most importantly, for leading me step by step to be able to serve my Heavenly Daddy better.
Happy Father's Day Daddy!