Dad, Daddy, Father.

Father's Day.  For some it is a day of gratitude.  For other's it is a day of remembrance.  Possibly for some, it is a day that means nothing.  No matter where you fall, it is a day of something.  For me it is a day of gratitude.  Not only for my father, but for all the father figures in my life.  Everyone from my uncles, to my grandpa's, to my friend's fathers.  But the number one man on this day in my life is my own father.  A man who means more to me then anyone will ever know.  To him, I am his baby girl.  Never growing up, always holding his hand and thinking boys are gross.  To me, he is the one person I can turn to in times of need, who is always there for me no matter what, and always believes in me when even I do not believe in myself.  Words cannot describe how thankful I am for him.  He will never fully know how much I care for him, no matter how hard I try.  Even when he yells at me or annoys me or even makes fun of me, I know at the end of the day he is my father and will love me unconditionally.  The one person who will never judge me no matter how stupid I act.  I love you daddy!

My dad and I during prom last year.