a girl + her daddy.

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there really isn’t anything like it.  there is a special relationship between a dad and his daughter.

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 I would know, I am the oldest of 3 girls and our dad is the best.  I still remember the dates he took us on when we were little girls.  We would each get one on one time with him, and for whatever reason I always remember our “summer dates”.  We would go to the country club and I would get to pick what we did!  We would either hit golf balls or go swimming, but we always ended with a dinner date together.  As I got older, I loved going shopping with my dad.  Not only did I learn that dad would buy me more, but he was most honest about what looked good on me.  As the oldest of three girls and no brothers, I filled into the “son” role a little too.  I was the one who loved the same things my dad loved: music, cars, and sports.  He is a car guy in every sense of the word, and he would often lease cars for 1-2 years at a time.  Me + my sisters would take turns driving the 100 miles with him to Dallas to pick up his new car, and make a fun day out of it.

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Something my sisters never cared about until recently, was sports.  So I was the one who always got first priority when we had the chance to go to a fun sporting event.  As a kid, I traveled with him on the Baylor football plane to games in Boston, and Indiana.  In college, we went to Houston for the world series [which ended up being the longest world series game ever played].  Also in college I went with him + my uncle to watch the lady bears will the national championship in basketball.  That was sorta “our thing”.

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I can’t wait to watch Asher grow up and love the things her daddy loves.  It makes my heart happy to think about all the fun adventures and dates she’s going to have with him.  Their thing right now is dancing in the living room.  When daddy gets home, if mommy is cooking dinner he turns the tunes up and has a dance party!  I can’t even type it without getting teary eyed, but can’t you see them dancing together at her wedding?

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I loved my dance with my daddy at my wedding.  There were tears.  We danced to my grandmothers favorite song, and then me and my dad’s song: “brown eyed girl”.  The song “I loved her first” had just come out, and on our wedding video that song is both playing in the background of the film and in the end of my dad’s rehearsal dinner speech.  “I loved her first, you have her now”

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be still my heart.  thank you Lord for a good daddy!

happy fathers day friends, be sure to hug your daddy/grandad/hubby and tell them how special they are!

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  1. Mary Helen says:

    I LUB IT!

  2. Laura Loewen says:

    Wynne! For our rehearsal dinner, my Dad made a slide show of a bunch of pictures of him and I set to the song “I loved her first”. I was a WRECK. I’m talking full-on ugly cry in front of, you know, friends, family, and en entire restaurant. Daddy’s are so special!

  3. Hannah Johnson says:

    My dad told lots of embarrassing stories about me in his speech at my wedding but he always tells one about me standing in the garden in floods of tears absolutely in a state. He sees that I’m upset and stops cutting the grass to see what’s the matter as he was worried I had hurt myself or something like that. He manages to calm me down enough for me to explain what the problem is, I’m upset and in a state because as he’s cutting the grass he’s cutting all the heads off the daisies too. Well I was about 4 or 5 at the time lol.

    My uncle on the other hand nearly made me cry. He’s one of the registrar people at my old church so when we needed someone we asked if he’d do the official bit. I’d held it together until I got to the front of the church and he started the bit, he introduced it talking about how proud he was to be doing the service – well that was that. I was gone lol.

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