I remember being a little girl, sitting on your lap, sucking my thumb with my favorite stuffed tucked beside me. I don’t remember what we were watching or if I even understood it. All I knew was that in that moment, I was in the safest place in the entire world. I was in your arms.
Every morning you would wake up before the sun to go to work so that we could have full bellies and a place to lay our heads at nights. I remember one night in particular when my sister and I had both heard you get up. We sat in front of our windows and watched you get your construction truck ready as you carried all the tools you would need for the day out to load them up. We watched you get in your cold truck and we sat there in silence until we could see you drive away. You had no idea that we were watching, but we were. We had no idea the sacrifice you gave, all we knew was that you were our hero.
I still remember the day you taught me how to ride a bike. It was sunny outside and we had a large front yard. You took off my training wheels and I was terrified. As I got on my bike, you made sure to hold it steady and you promised to never let go until I was ready. You kept your promise and over and over again you walked back and forth across the yard, holding my bike behind me. I was finally ready to try it on my own and as you let go, I felt the wind blow across my face as I heard you and mom cheering for me in the background.
As I grew older, I wanted to be more independent, so I pushed you away. I would scream hurtful things when I didn’t get my way but that didn’t stop you from loving me. You still drove me to my friends house for sleepovers. You still taught me how to drive and believed in my ability to drive on a highway before I believed I could. You always did believe in me more than I could ever believe in myself. You helped me come up with a solution the first time I ever over drafted my banking account as a teenager over a mocha frappuccino. You endured 14 hour car rides to Denver multiple times a year so that I could work with my favorite vocal coach. You even endured those rides with my best friend tagging along as we listened to Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys. You later sent me off to pursue my dreams of being a world famous singer straight out of high school. You expressed your fear when I would travel alone, but you never said no because again, you believed in me.
You see despite the ups and downs we’ve had in life, you set the standard of what a man should be in a woman’s life. A source of encouragement and strength. A place of refuge and unconditional love and acceptance. I’ve never questioned your love for me. In fact, as the years go on I see it more and more.
On this Father’s Day, and every day after this, I hope you know what an amazing person you are. You’ve had to fight to be who you are now, which is what makes your strength and love so beautiful. I hope you know that you mean everything to me. That no matter where my life may take me, you’ll forever be the first man I ever fell in love with. The first man I danced with. The first man who stole my heart. You’ll always be my first Prince Charming.
I love you more than you love me
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