Your abundance of compliments gave me self esteem.
Your belief in my abilities gave me drive.
Your amusement at my spunk and independence made me feel I could do anything.
Your acceptance and support of all my decisions made me trust myself.
Your attendance at each and every play, game, musical, and concert made me feel important.
You laughed at all of my silly jokes and sarcastic quips.
You didn't bat an eye when I wore baggy jeans, your old flannel shirts, and combat boots, and insisted I was model material even in my most hideous phases.
When my heart was broken you wanted to break his face and told me over and over again how stupid a man must be to let me go.
Your love for me showed me that I was worthy of love.
You shaped who I am.
You live on through me.
And it is no surprise, no coincidence, that I married a man so undeniably similar to you.
And I know that he will be just as influential, just as loving, just as wonderful a father to her as you were to me. And, like me, she will grow up knowing one of the most powerful loves there is.
Happy Father's Day.
I love you.