I was a Daddy’s girl.
When I was little that meant my Daddy could do no wrong.
I grew up and realized that wasn’t always true, but it wasn’t always false either.
It just means I wanted him to be my hero.
And he was.
I am a Daddy’s girl
In many ways I am just like him.
I learned a lot of life lessons from him, through example, good and bad.
I don’t see him the way I did when I was a little girl
But I love him the same.
Sometimes I think he doesn’t know the grown woman I’ve become
As much as he knew the little girl I was.
We rarely see eye to eye, and many miles, years, words, and trespasses have come between us
I may not always do what he wants me to do
Or be the daughter he wants me to be
But I am what he raised me to be – his daughter
And for that, I’ll forever be grateful.
I have two sons.
They say boys have special bonds with their moms
Just like girls have special bonds with their fathers.
It makes sense I had boys.
They probably will be momma’s boys.
The day will come when distance may come between us
Just like it did with my dad and me
Distance sometimes makes it hard to remember that no matter what
My love for them will never change
I remember Daddy.
I love you too.