H is for how happy I am that you
support my crazy decisions even when you can’t understand where I’m coming
from.
E is for every sacrifice, large or small. For every car
battery boost, every “special occasion” church service, every snowy Halloween
the boys and I sprinted from house to house while you stood shivering on the street clutching a cup of coffee, every cheque written for a music lesson,
every ride to the airport at an inhumane hour.
A is for always being there. Despite giving you a hard time
for not traveling and taking in the world, it’s reassuring to know that when I
return from gallivanting, you will be waiting with open arms and a request to
see photos.
R is for the responsible, respectful, reliable man that you
are.
T is for teaching me to ride a bike, to throw a ball, to
skate (sort of).
O is for ordering liver and onions at restaurants, rather
than having mom subject the rest of the family to your favourite meal.
F is for a few of my favourite things about you; your
integrity, your strength, your compassion, your generosity.
G is for good genes, good taste in music, and good financial
advice.
O is for the outdoors - for years of camping adventures,
which, although I may have complained about at the time, I will always count among my
most cherished memories.
L is for loving me unconditionally.
D is for dependable. To borrow a line from Grease, “The only man a girl can depend
on is her daddy.”
Happy Father’s Day, poppa! I'm so glad that you are mine!
