Even though my father wasn’t exactly present at my time of birth (due to being a flight attendant he was always on the go), I know the second he laid eyes on me I was the biggest blessing and worry to ever enter his life. Through the years he’s taught me how to ride a bike, play in the mud, drive a truck, shoot a gun, and ride a horse… you know the typical things a ‘cowboy’ father teaches his daughter.
He has never failed to support me in any girly hobby/sport I took on. Dance, cheer, tennis, volleyball, modeling, and pageantry he was always there supporting my every move. As a matter a fact, my father was the first to teach me the banana chant (according to him he learned it in high school for their powder puff game). Not weird at all…
A father’s love is irreplaceable. No one can and ever will take their place. There comes a point in your life where you may reach many disagreements with him but in the end he always knows what is best for you. As you grow older you understand why he didn’t let you hang out with those friends, go out with that boy, or go to that party. A dad’s job is to protect you and keep you safe for as long as he possibly can until someone quite remarkable comes along.
So Dad, thank you…
Thank you for financially providing for me for 20 years… and counting.
Thank you for teaching me to never lose sight of my faith.
Thank you for believing in me and pushing me to follow my dreams.
Thank you for loving mom so much.
Thank you for always saying yes when mom said no.
Thank you for being there through my 2 main heartbreaks.
Thank you for having your shotgun ready for the next boy who wanted to take your daughter out.
Thank you for teaching me how to be strong (physically and emotionally).
Thank you for taking my childhood friends and me on hay rides.
Thank you for having the best advice.
Thank you for always making me feel like a princess.
Thank you for my Power Wheels Barbie jeep.
Thank you for showing me real country music (George Strait, Alan Jackson, Garth Brooks, Reba).
Thank you for never letting me do things half-assed.
Thank you for being my favorite drinking buddy.
Thank you for buying me my first pair of cowgirl boots.
Thank you for doing my hair as a child when momma wasn’t home.
Thank you for making better food than mom (don’t tell her I said this).
Thank you for endless laughs.
Thank you for buying me a horse… even though I never really took care of it, but it was definitely mine.
Thank you for sacrificing so much for our family.
Thank you in advance for walking me down the aisle.
Thank you for being the best father ever.