Daddy's Little Girl

My earliest memory of him was the first time I’d ever seen his face. I had a feeling during that time, that I could now only describe as bliss. How great that such a feeling could envelope my tiny body… and how much that this very feeling could shape me as I grew older.

It was that fateful day that I had been born to a new world; full of possibilities; full of love; and even those dreadful things. I knew not of any of these things, but the second I saw him, I felt like I truly was where I was meant to be.

I was given to mama first. She was awake and overjoyed at the sight of me, and she reached out, her arms outstretched; as if she were reaching for stars right in front of her. I felt her touch, and it comforted me.

It was with mama that I saw my daddy’s face for the first time. I saw the twinkle in his eyes, the fat tears of joy running down his chiseled face; and the happiness he had of looking at his daughter for the first time radiated a glowing aura all around him. The first time my daddy held me; it was evident that I was a daddy’s girl.

As I grew, daddy never left my side. He was the one who built my crib and tucked me in at night beside my favorite teddy bear. He read me stories, even though I didn’t even know what a story was. Every day, my daddy did his best to provide for me; working long and hard, and somehow, he still spent all day with me.

When I was younger, my mama taught me all about being a woman. She taught me all about how to be true to myself, and to always do my very best. My daddy taught me all about life and love; about the difference between trying, and failing, and then trying again with determination, or just giving up completely instead. My daddy made me realize my hopes and dreams; and strive to make them a reality. He gave me a lifetime of love; no matter what I did wrong, and no matter what circumstance.

It is my daddy that is my greatest hero. He gave me all the love there was to give, and I’ll never forget the lessons he taught me. I’ll always appreciate the sacrifices my daddy made for me while I was growing up; always giving to me so that I’d never go without.

My daddy is the strongest, yet gentlest soul I’ve ever known, and as long as I live, I’ll always be proud of him. He will always be my highest honor; and no matter how old I get to be, I’ll always be daddy’s little girl.