There has always been a difference to me in the words daddy and dad.
My dad is a daddy.
A dad of girls. .
To my brother, he's a dad.
But to me, he will forever be a daddy.
I am the sole inheritor of his brown eyes,
and to be honest, just about everything else.
Everyone loves their dad, but I'm pretty sure I have a leg up.
I've been told for years that I am my dad.
Now that wedding planning has come,
it even shows in the way I plan party details.
All of it just makes it so that my daddy understands me.
So maybe I'm biased, but I am pretty sure I have the best one.
And today he turns 50 [though you would never know]
So for the man who has everything,
I will write about him for his birthday.
And tell him I love him at least ten times.
So to the man that has literally provided my whole life to me.
Thank you for my schooling,
and the clothes on my back.
Thank you for the food I eat,
and the wedding I'm planning.
For the place I come home to,
and the time I get to spend there.
Thank you for holidays,
and the desire to do something more.
Thanks for helping us to believe in ourselves,
and to know that there are no limits on what we can do.
Happiness is a choice, thanks for helping us choose it.
Happy Birthday to my 50 year old, handsome, hard-working father.
Love you Always,