daddy's little girl ( :

Christmas time... i loved presents : P

of course we knew how to eat!! : D

he could always carry both of us... DUH he was the strongest man in the world ( :

My daddy has been working out in our yard ever since we moved to this new location about 4 years ago. And when I say yard I mean 5 acres of land in the middle of nowhere where we have HUGE pine trees, etc. His goal is to clear out these HUGE trees so that eventually my parents can move out of their tiny little place and into their settlement home that they will eventually design and build.

So anyways, when I would come home for break I would always go out for one of those days to help my dad (and I couldnt do much other than gather little things, etc.), but I would spend time with him each visit and make it a point to help him with what I could do.
Since, I am now living with my parents I am able to go out more often.

Yesterday, I came home early, grabbed a bite to eat and went out to help him clear some land. In those moments my dad and I always share things here and there and its our father, daughter time where I connect and just get to know my daddy. For some reason yesterday as I saw my father working I was reminded of how blessed I am to have such a loving father. And I began reflecting back on my childhood days when I thought the world of him.

He was my hero and nothing could stop him. He was the smartest, strongest, hard working, loving guy in the world. 

Smartest because: I asked why for everything and in my mind he always had the right answer!

Strongest because: He could lift me up with one arm (and I asked for this quite frequently to be amazed by his strength : ). I remember my father being away every now and again for work. In first grade he was away for at least a year for the dessert storm and I remember the difference in the atmosphere of my home with and without my father's presence. His presence alone assured me that nothing bad could ever happen!

Hard working because: He was in the army and he trained hard! He would help out at home and he always had time to make me pancake, egg, and bacon breakfasts upon request and on weekend mornings.
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Loving because: I always knew my father loved me, esp when he would give/buy me sweets when my mom was so strict and wouldnt. Or when he'd tell me to wear extra clothes when I was going to be spanked if I got anything lower than an A+. LOL! Just kidding! Whether we played board games, he helped me with my studies, the way he served me, his big daddy hugs, or just the way my father looked at me. I just knew my daddy would do anything for me because I KNEW he loved me based on the consistent ways he showed and affirmed this love.

So yes, yesterday I started to think back on the way I saw my father as a little girl and I began to calculate the years. I've known my father for 28 years nows. He had me when he was 23 and so I've know him for more than half of his life. We talked about time flying by, his marriage to my mom, his purpose in life, when I was a little girl, etc.

I'm still daddy's little girl. Of course I'm much older and I see ALL his flaws... ahahaha. But yesterday, I was reminded of why I love my daddy and why as a little girl I thought the world of my father. : D.

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