There was this one day, about a million years ago... I was in 5th grade. I was having a hard time with some of the girls in my grade. I never felt as cool as them or as pretty as them. They sure didn't make it easy to be their friend. This particular day I was really struggling, I hid in the bathroom and cried all of lunch. This wasn't unusual...but this day I couldn't take it anymore.
I called my daddy.
He drove to school and picked me up. He took me to get lunch...We ate some french fries and had a milkshake. He told me that I was a wonderful, beautiful, sensitive girl. He told me no matter what stage in life your in there will always be hard times and people who make us feel less of ourselves. But its how we feel about ourselves and how we treat others that counts.
He has always been the one person who can make things in life make sense to me.
I have held on to a letter that he wrote me my first year of girls camp. Among many of the sweet things he told me he said "I don't know how to tell you how much I love you but I'll try to show you"
Daddy, you have and continue to show me how much you love me.
I don't know how to tell you how much I LOVE YOU, but I hope I can show you.
Happy birthday daddy
