Beautiful Chaos

Blessed

Yes. I know this is four days late. But it must be said.

Happy Father’s Day Daddy.

For those of you who don’t know Glenn, you are missing out on one of the most amazing men in the world. My father is the most selfless man I know. Always giving anything and everything he has to the people in his life, and even the people he doesn’t even know. He is a quiet man, but what he lacks in voice he makes up for in love.

So Dad…

Thank you for always giving me what I need… and mostly always what I want.

Thank you for giving me more money when I say “Daddy”… and thank you for pretending like you don’t.

Thank you for letting me call you Glenn, when I don’t call you Daddy.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for loving mom, even through her weird quirks. 

Thank you for teaching me how to love.

Thank you for being understanding.

Thank you for teaching me how to love God, then others, then myself.

Thank you for everything you have given me, even if I don’t appreciate it.

Thank you for coming to every dance recital, softball game, cheer leading and dance team performance,theatre performance, show choir competition, concert performance, awards ceremony etc. etc. etc. You have no idea how much it meant to me that you where there for everything.

Thank you for your hugs. They always make me feel safe.

Thank you for allowing me to make my own mistakes, but always being sure I don’t make too many.

Thank you for teaching me that love knows no race, sex, religion. And to love everyone.

Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you for your example of faith.

Thank you for setting the highest standard possible for my future husband. If he is 1/3 of the man you are I will be ridiculously blessed. 

Thank you for not making fun of me when I say stupid things. Even when mom and Emily do.

Thank you for being strong.

Thank you for loving me so fiercely.

And…

I’m sorry for sticking the screw driver in the wall socket and blowing up the wall.

I’m sorry for the times I let Alice and Aladdin out of their pen and made you chase them around for hours till you found them.

I’m sorry for all the times I marched up the stairs, and slammed the door because I didn’t get what I wanted.

I’m sorry for the time I dropped a gallon of paint on Nick’s foot.

I’m sorry for telling you that I hated you the time you wouldn’t let me go to Tennessee, because I had to take the ACT.

I’m sorry for lying to you. There are more times than you know… eek.

I’m sorry for the times I was sassy, okay I know that is 99% of the time.

I’m sorry for hating my first car I had when I was sixteen… I still hate that car.

I’m sorry for all the times I said I would take care of a puppy if we got one, and thank you for knowing that I wouldn’t.

I’m sorry for always being late. I get it from mom.

I’m sorry for all the clothes you bought for me that I never wore.

I’m sorry for the times Nick and I fought.

And when mom and I fought.

 Oh, and when Emily and I fought.

I’m sorry for not being grateful. And not saying thank you.

I’m sorry for not telling you that I love you every chance I get.

Thank you Daddy.

 For knowing me, and loving me anyway.

I love you.