I wish that everbody could have a Great Daddy.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't always sunshine and lollipops. We had our trials, some of them bordering on epic, but we always found our way back to each other. Maybe because my daddy incidently and just as a function of being who he was taught me courage of conviction. Or maybe it was because he taught me that fear was only a reaction to a moment, not a life plan. There is a ton of other stuff I could remember, but I think that I will stop here because I want this to be a little celebration of Daddy/Daughter love. And I just want to remember that my mother was right: you do only get one. But when it's done right, one is all you need.