Happy Father’s Day to an Incredibly Special Dad

There are a lot of things I’d like to say about Father’s Day. It feels different this year. For a lot of reasons that I won’t go into. But, one thing’s for certain: Being born into this family and having this man for a father no doubt made me the person I am today. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Dad and Me

Dad and me — 1981

So, when it came time to pick out cards for our two dads (this is a new feeling) — not a single one felt quite right. Now, there are a few things you should know about me:

  • Picking out cards is important work. It’s key to find the exact right card with the exact right text and image.
  • I usually cry when I’m buying cards (or watching Hallmark commercials, for that matter).
  • I think cards are even more important than the gift.
  • I put a ton of thought into every single card I buy and send.
  • Every card I give includes a personal note beyond what the card designer wrote.

Within 42 seconds of shopping for the cards I found the perfect card for Dad B. The text was perfect — not too mushy, and it could be an “our” card easily — and the image was even better.

My dad on the other hand? Not so easy. Every card I picked up had an element I liked. But nothing was right, nothing perfect. I did end up finding one. It’s simple. It gets to the point: “Happy Father’s Day to my our incredibly special dad.”

But it’s not exactly what I wanted to tell my dad this year. What I wanted to say probably wouldn’t have fit on a card anyway …


I don’t know if I could count high enough to tell you how many ways you’ve made my life better. Being born your daughter has been the biggest gift I’ve ever received — ever could receive. You have always been my rock and my strength. You are an example of what every person should be: loving, kind, hard-working, strong, dedicated, supportive and generous. You hold yourself and those around you to high standards and you expect the best — because you know it’s in there. You have taught me that being strong doesn’t mean you never hurt or cry or question; being strong means you stay true to yourself and you do what’s right. In every situation. You showed me how giving people the benefit of the doubt is always the right thing. And you are always there with your hand extended — ready to welcome anyone into your arms who needed them. And I needed them a lot.

Things may be a bit different now. Yet, so much remains the same. You are the same strong, kind and amazing man who raised me and taught me to have faith in myself and faith in others. You are the same man whose opinion means more to me than most anything else. You are the one I turn to for advice and laughter and hugs. And I still need your arms. Your arms continue to be a comfort to me — on good days and bad. And no matter where I am or what I’m doing, when someone says “You must be G’s daughter,” I can’t help but beam with pride and love. If I can ever be half the person you are, I will consider my life a success. 

You are — always and forever — my father, my dad, my friend. And I cherish every second we’ve had together and every second to come. Every memory we’ve made and every memory waiting to be made.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that time is precious. Love is precious. And being able to call you “Dad” is the most precious of all.

I love you. More than I could possibly say.



Happy Father’s Day to my incredibly special dad.

Me and Dad

Me and Dad — 2011



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7 responses to “Happy Father’s Day to an Incredibly Special Dad

  1. Tammi

    Sniff – now you made me cry!


  2. wendy warren

    I just found this and like Tammi, you made me cry. I’ve printed it so I can read it to Dad, although it may take a whhile to get through it. It’s just a lovely post and I know he’ll be touched. Thank you!


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