The truth is, my daddy worked hard. My dad supported six kids and a wife while supporting an entire city as mayor AND an engineering job. The truth is, my dad taught us more than most kids learned from their fathers. The truth is, most everything I know about the world and the things in it I can attribute to "My dad taught me that". The truth is, my dad is the smartest person I've ever met.
The truth is, I'll never be capable of showing my father how much I look up to him. How much he's taught me, how much he continues to teach me every time he opens his mouth to speak.
One day, when Josh was only about two years old, he splashed so much water out of the bath tub at my parents' house that it flooded the downstairs and destroyed their ceiling. As my dad was checking out the damage, I apologized for my son's mistake. He looked at me and said, "It's just a house. People are more important than things."
The truth is, there are still times I think of the days I sat on his lap and told him I'd never leave him, and a tear comes to my eye. I'll never forget the day I told him I'd never get married because then I'd have to leave my daddy, and he told me that's exactly what's supposed to happen. That I'd find someone who made me feel even better than my daddy did and that I'd WANT to go with him.
I told him, "Never."
I did leave my daddy for another man. But he's still there for me whenever I need him, just a phone call
away, ready to get his hands dirty to fix my car or just stop by to say hi and give me a much-needed hug.
When Dad tucked me in at night, he would say, "I'm so glad you came to our family." Now I say that to my kids because it's the perfect way to say I love you.
I love you, Dad. I'm so glad I got to come to your family.