Daddy

"Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a Dad"-Anne Geddes

When I was little he was "the tree" a huge, strong, gentle source of protection from musty haunted house ghosts and strange shadows outside my window at night. He was the owner of giant,warm hands that patted my head and sang deep, resonating, German songs to help me sleep. When I became a teenager he was the mean man, the one who always wanted to fight me, the one that I couldn't understand. I felt like we would never have a good relationship and I couldn't WAIT to be out on my own....but... ...when I moved out of his house, he became the calm voice of safety that I could only fill my need for by talking on the phone (which he did...although he REALLY hates talking on the phone). Now that I'm a mother and watch my husband being the father of our family, my dad has become the grandfather. The wise, funny, sweet man who looks at my baby with as much love in his eyes as I do. The man who scoops me up in his arms when we arrive on his doorstep, suitcase in hand, and makes me feel like that little girl....safe, warm, and loved.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy. You hold my heart in more ways then you will ever know.