by Aly Kempland

Created on: June 21, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

I remember when daddy used to tuck me in at nite. It used to be as tight as he could possibly get me in my sheets and he would hand me my bear, stand by the door and he was say, "I love you honey" and then turn out the light and shut the door just enough. He would come home from work and immediately lay down on the floor and wrestle with my older brother and me. He loved us so much, it was almost too much.

"I remember I thought you looked like an angel wrapped in pink so soft and warm. You've had me wrapped around your finger since the day you were born."
When I was eight, we went fishing on our friend's lake. We sat in a little boat, just fishing away, making small talk. I never realiezed til now how easier it was then, not a care in the world, just my daddy and me. He is the man that I want my children to take after, that I want my husband to respect, and that if I had one wish, I'd wish he'd be here forever.
"When you were in trouble that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone. Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown. Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I love you.." in the moonlight at your door.As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy, love you more.."
Even though I mess up a lot, he doesn't love me any less. Actually he loves me more, because that knowlege that he instilled in me over the years, he's me put it to work in solving my problems. My Father never stops telling me or other people how proud he is of me. He has never once told me that I wasn't beautiful or worth it, when I came crying about some guy. He always said,"When you find him, you'll know it, until then don't look for him, let him come to you.." and since then I haven't been able to fall in love, because I believe I haven't found that guy yet. Daddy supports me 100% at everything I do, rather I am in the right or the wrong.
One day, I am going to get all dressed up, and wear a long white dress. I am going to take my Dad's hand and grip it as if I'll never hold it again, and look him in the eyes. I hope to see tears from him, because I know my make-up will be ruined. I have only seen my Dad cry twice in my life, and I want my wedding to be the third time he cries, not sad cries. I want him to be so happy, because I am happy. I want him to see that I have made it; that every dream, I have dreamt, has come true. And the biggest out of all my dreams ever in the history of my entire life, was to have my Dad holding my arm to walk me down the aisle, and trust a man, he barely knows, to take care of me.
"Someday, some boy will come and ask me for your hand. But I won't say "yes" to him unless I know, he's the half that makes you whole, he has a poet's soul, and the heart of a man's man. I know he'll say that he's in love. But between you and me. He won't be good enough."

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