Daddy’s Girl

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They can take any name that I’ve made for myself

They can take any pride I’ve got as well

There are some things that I can’t afford to lose

I could be nobody as long as I’m someone to you – Andy Gullahorn

Last weekend Ed and Annie attended a daddy-daughter dance. Annie picked out a fancy dress in her closet to wear and started counting down the hours until it was time to leave, the moment she woke up Saturday morning.

I rushed around all day running errands which included a stop at Target to get some tights for her to wear with her dress. I stopped by the jewelry department (because, jewelry!) and saw some earrings that I knew she would love.

When I got home, I gave Ed the box.

“Those are cute, but why don’t you just give them to her,” he said.

“No – these need to come from you,” I told him.

Later…after Ed gave them to her and I helped her put them on; she ran to the bathroom to see how they looked. I saw her smiling in the mirror as she pulled her hair to the side to get a better look. I could tell she felt pretty, but I knew it was more than that.

She felt loved.

I live vicariously through the relationship my daughter and husband have together. While my mom was awesome at taking care of three girls by herself, I missed moments like these growing up without a father. I’m so grateful that Annie has a dad that loves her with all his heart.

He is there for the daily stuff…getting ready for school, homework, cheer practice. He wipes her tears when she gets hurt and captures proud moments on film…first steps, learning to ride a bike, singing in a school play.

Annie and I are very close, but I know that the bond between a daddy and his daughter is special.

When it was time to go, they walked hand-in-hand out the door. I followed them out front and watched Ed take her to the passenger side of the truck and open the door for her. She looked back at me and grinned from ear-to-ear, she couldn’t believe the royal treatment!

And I saw it in her eyes as they drove away. Our old Toyota pick-up truck was her carriage; the driver…her prince. And my heart broke in a million pieces, in the best possible way.

I stood in the drive-way long after they were out of sight. These moments in life…they take our breath away.

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