Below is what my daughter has listed on her MySpace Heroes Page. It is always nice to see things like this in print! This is a keeper!
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i know i don't say it as much as you would like me to, but i do love you, a lot. no matter what i say or no matter what u think i mean or you think i am acting. i'm still your little girl and i always will be, and just because i am a teenager doesn't mean that is going to disappear. i don't even know how to write here how much i love you. because i just do, pretty much more than i have ever loved anyone, so i don't even know how to say it, how to write it here,.i just don't know. it is easier for other people, because for most, it isn't so deep. it is so hard to explain, it is crazy. you just have to know, how great you are, how lucky i am and how lucky i feel, and how much i love you. i could describe it as well as a blind man could describe colors. it is too complex for words. the only things i can think of, and they don't even come close to how much i really love you, is that you are my everything. i wouldn't be me without you. i love you, through the good and the bad. i really really do. i am always your missy dolittle froo froos. i know how much you do, keeping our lives on track and paying for everything, working all the time and doing everything else. i do appreciate it. you are really great, and one of a kind. ur that one person that is unlike any other, and will never be forgotten. you always put others before yourself. who wouldn't love you, really? i care about you so much. not to mention you are hilarious. and enjoy this now, cuz i will NEVER admit this again. yeah, just about every time you crack a joke, no matter what mood i am in, i hold back a smile or laugh. especially when you accuse me of it. and i don't know why, lol. so yeah, your pretty silly. just think,...everyone else has a normal father. :] haha. i couldn't ask for more. i know this isn't much, but i don't even know what else to say, even though there is so much more i could say. i just cant put it into words, it is kinda hard to explain. it is just in my heart, it isn't something that can be written down. i hope you get it, just by this, of how much you are in my heart. basically;;you are my everything. and i love you, always, forever.<3
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2 comments:
i have to suggest a different title: It's good to be loved.
Reading your fathers day is different post made me want to come back and leave a comment here.
Because it's not about a day.
You are right...and I know how very fortunate I am. It is not about a day. Nothing I do is ever about a day, or so it seems, I am always looking out in the distance to what I think is the end result. My daughter is going to be awesome, and I see that clearly.
I said "feel" because many parents do not ever get the written word of what my daughter wrote for me. I know she loves me because we communicate it, but when I saw it in writing, it was very touching. It made me "feel" extremely loved. Putting it out there for the world to see is the biggest compliment.
Despite the bad moments, I still have many more good; and some come from the bad moments, so it is all hand in hand....this thing called life.
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