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Father:Daughter handsby Becky O.

One thing that I’ve learned over the years is that my parents love me, a lot! I won’t know just how much they love me until I have children of my own because I think that it is more than I can understand right now. With love comes pride. Not the selfish kind of pride that boosts your ego, but the pride that demonstrates genuine pleasure and satisfaction.

My parents are proud of me.

I know this because they tell me on regular basis. They give encouragement when I make the right decisions, when I work hard, and when I achieve something long sought after. My dad often gives me advice, even now that I am an adult. He will say something profound or guiding and then tack on to the end, “You know I have to say that because I’m your dad”. What he means is “You know I’m going to say that because I love you!” I value his opinion and seek his wisdom on many things. He has lived a few years longer than I have, and has a great deal to show for it. And no, that wasn’t a bald joke.

Through a series of events, I was able to spend a couple of weeks home with my dad recently. It wasn’t anything spectacular, we didn’t go anywhere or really do much of anything, but we got a lot of opportunities to talk. They were good talks, some were more in depth than others, but good none the less.

I have to admit that I didn’t expect anything special to come out of those two weeks at home, but something did. As I saw my dad’s positive attitude despite an unfortunate circumstance, I was greatly encouraged. I think that those two weeks will be a memory that lasts a lifetime.

So dad, even though you may not have realized it and I may not have said it, those couple of weeks really meant a lot to me! I hate that they had to be under the circumstances they were, but I am so glad that I got to spend them with you and mom.

So to all you dads out there, Happy Father’s Day!

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