All over the world children cry out for their fathers, the men that gave half part of their genetics to a woman and rain. Boys and girls grow up without a male influence, no one to know that guys can offer more than heartache and sex. I am not one of those girls, never have I ever cried out for a father.
Growing up I was a Daddy's girl. I could swing a hammer with the best carpenters around, and nothing was too big for my crowbar. I loved to play softball with him, and toss a football around the yard. I loved to listen to him talk, he could tell the same story over and over again, and each time i would remain i would be just as interested. He was my hero, he still is my hero. Now at seventeen I'm less of a daddy's girl, and a lot more big sister. I watch my Daddy play and joke with Emily and Zach the same way he did with me. He uses just as much love and tenderness as he used seventeen years ago. The thought of his affection and overwhelming loves pulls at my heartstrings and brings a smile to my face. The reason for my often over abundance of joy is simply that he never had to be here.
At age nineteen my Daddy convinced he pregnant girlfriend, to keep her baby, marry him and let him raise the child as his own. After the wedding Daddy legally adopt the then eight month old child. That lucky child was me. I am proud that he is my Daddy. In my whole life, i've never had a father, just my daddy.
As I grow I've come to appreciate my luck more and more. Daddy is here because he wanted to be, not because the courts tracked him down. Daddy taught me construction, chevelles and care. He was the president of my softball league, he taught me how to slide in the pouring rain, was always the loudest at my basketball games, and is still the loudest guy in the crowds at my tennis meets. Whenever I need a hug or encouragement Daddy is always a room or seven digits away.
Daddy is my hero, my protector, my guardian. He is the most critical of boys when they come to call, but laughs as he hangs them over our deck by the poor guy's ankles. He knows how to handle boys when I don't like them, and watches carefully when I do. He is an awesome guy, with a great sense of humor and has a very wise character.
I would not be the aspiring teacher and woman I am today if it weren't for his attentive leadership and direction. Daddy picked mom and Daddy picked me. There is not a day that I regret not having a Father, or cry out for one. After all I don't need a Father because I have the best Daddy in the world.