I Believe In Daddy’s Girls

You might be walking down the street and glance over at the little girl with the curly blond hair holding her mom’s hand in a bright pink shirt that reads, “Daddy’s Girl!” in big, bold, bright blue letters. I believe in daddy’s girls. I believe in the relationship that grows between a father and his daughter. I believe in the bond between them that can never be broken.

For as long as I can remember I have been a daddy’s girl. I remember every night, right before bed time, I would always ask daddy to make me a milk shake. I would sit down stairs patiently while I heard him making it and when he would bring it down stairs to me, and I would cover up with my blanket and cuddle up to him as close as I could get. Then, together, we would watch TV or a movie, depending what was on the night. On Friday nights it was WWE smack down, and on Saturdays and Sundays it was ABC Family movie night, and every other night of the week we would watch either Lion King (even though we had watched it multiple times earlier that day) or Ace Ventura (still one of my favorite movies). And soon after finishing my milk shake I would down on daddy’s lap and slowly doze off to sleep.

The most memorable moments I have with my dad is when my sister and I used to come sneak in his bed every night and steal everything from him. Whenever my sister and I would stay the night at his house, we would never want to sleep in our own beds, no matter how many times daddy would say hours before bed time, “Alright girls, no sleeping in my bed tonight”. Every single night, we would sneak into daddy’s bed and steal away all his covers and pillows and daddy wouldn’t move a muscle in fear that he would wake us up. He would sleep all through the night absolutely miserable, knowing that his two little girls were as happy as they could be. My dad has always been the kind of father that would do anything his daughter asked, just because he knew she would be happy.

From the day I was born he has, my protector, my teacher, my mentor, my role model, and first and foremost, my daddy. Every important piece of life advice I have received has come from the words of my father and taken very deeply to heart; family comes first, don’t ever be afraid to ask for help, and how to give and accept unconditional love, trust, and faith. All the most memorable moments in my life can begin being described with me and my daddy. Whether it was sneaking into his bed late at night or even falling asleep on his lap after watching Lion King for the fourth time that day. It has always been from day one, I am a daddy’s girl. Now when you see the curly headed little blond girl, skipping down the sidewalk at her mom’s side and you glance down to see that her shirt reads, “Daddy’s Girl!” you can only imagine the things that her and her father do together, and the moments they share and the moments that are still to come. I believe and always will believe in Daddy’s Girls.