Ohhh my daddy...
My daddy is THE best ! He rushes home on his lunch break all the way from the DFW airport to catch me before I get on the road for Padre. As he walks in the door, forgetting to shut it, he calls for me. There's nothing like hearing my daddy call for his "beebz" even if I'm no longer 5. He greets me with a smile and a "great you're still here !" He throws out all these directions on how to get there the "safe but longer" way as if I'd even remember all of this once he's done AND "safe" isn't exactly any part of my life, ever. Him being my daddy, he pauses and says "I forget how dyslexic you are, you won't remember any of this. Just look it up." Haha, he knows me. The man tried teaching me how to properly flow with a wave so that I don't drown.... really dad? He then hugs me, asks me to be as careful as I can for him, and hands me a check of a grand. (Shut up) Not even 5 minutes after he walks out the door, he calls me to tell me that he's so proud to call me his daughter. He talks to me about how talented I am, how beautiful he thinks my mind is, and how he can't wait to see the pictures I take when I get home. I love my daddy so much. How is it that someone like me can be this blessed? I don't deserve you daddy.
Always gonna be your lil' Beebz.
Promise.
P.s. Thank you...
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