Well, my lovelies, today I will tell you about my father! Or, as I like to call him, Daddy! (Or any of the other variations listed in the title. He's a man of many names: deal with it!)
My daddy's name is David, and he is the greatest man in the whole dang world! The thing you have to understand about my relationship with my dad is that, for most of my life, I wasn't living with him. My parents divorced when I was 6. So, from birth until 6 years of age, my dad was a constant in my life. And then he was suddenly torn away from me and I got to spend about 4 days a month with him until I was 17. I decided that I would move in with him about a month before school started my senior year.
However little time my dad and I had spent together in those 11 years, we were very, very close. I've always considered my dad a confidant, a therapist, an advice giver, a hero, and a friend. How many girls can say that their dad is their friend? Hmmm...? I can! My dad knows me better than just about anyone in the whole world (Jay might have him beat, but only by just a bit!)
I think that my dad has learned a lot about life throughout his time on Earth, and he is always willing/insisting on sharing his vast knowledge with me.
Even though he doesn't go to Church anymore, he still encourages and supports my desire to continue going to Church and learning all I can about the Gospel. He even gives me reading assignments! And, when I have the opportunity to speak in Sacrament or at Seminary Graduation or wherever, he makes sure he is there to support me. Something I will always remember and appreciate.
He can always tell when something is wrong with me; but he respects that sometimes when I'm upset I need to be alone for a bit before I'm willing to talk about it! And I know that when I am ready to talk about it, he will drop whatever it is that he's doing to sit down and talk with me and help me sort out my problems.
While my dad wants a lot of things for me, my happiness is the most important thing to him. My whole junior year, and about 25% of my senior year, my plan was to go to a college in the town where my dad lives and spend the next couple years of my life with him, going to school and having my laundry done for me and having meals provided for me. Then, after that first quarter of my senior year, my plans changed drastically. I no longer wanted to be an engineer, I'm not sure that I really ever wanted to be an engineer. I wanted to be a photographer, or a singer, or just do SOMETHING that I love. We can all understand that, right? And I felt like I needed to go to Brigham Young University. So I applied and was accepted and I knew that I had to go there, 7 hours away from my dad. I needed to learn how to be an independent adult and have the full college experience. Anyway, I was really nervous and scared to tell my dad that I no longer wanted to go to the school we had been planning on. I thought that he was going to be really upset with me. But he eventually weaseled it out of me; I think he really knew all along that my plans had changed. And he told me that he wasn't upset, all he really wants is for me to be happy; and if BYU is what's going to make me happy, then I should definitely go there.
My dad honestly knows almost everything about me. How many girls are fortunate enough to say that? When I get asked on a date (because I haven't been on one yet!), I want my dad to be the first person that I tell about that. When I have a boyfriend, my dad will know about it!
My dad is a very important part of my life and I feel SO blessed to have such an amazing dad. I will forever be his little girl!
"Someday I may find my Prince Charming, but my daddy will always be my king."
--S.E.
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