I love my dad. He is one of the best people I've ever met. Honestly. He is always looking out for other people and is always thinking ahead. He wants what is best for everyone and always gives really good advice.
I talk to him on the phone almost every day telling him what's going on and asking him what I should do about this or that. Seriously. You may say, "You are a 21 year old woman! Stand on your own two feet for Pete's sake!" But why would I want to do that when I still have my daddy?
He has challenged me, pushed me, helped me up when I've fallen, not helped me up when I had to learn how to get up on my own, made me do things I didn't want to do but had benefits beyond my wildest dreams (he made me start rowing which landed me a scholarship at SMU, the school I love), taught me the value of a hard days work, taught me how to enjoy the money you have worked so hard for, helped me seek and find balance, serenity, peace and happiness.
He has been incredibly supportive. I would not have made it through some of my tough times without him there to keep me going and I certainly would not be there person I am today.
You know that that story of the man walking in the sand and during some of his hardest times there were only one pair of footprints because Jesus said, "Well I was carrying you."? Well I'm pretty sure in my version those footprints are my dad's.
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