I Was Daddy's Little Girl

Today is Father's Day and it was seven years ago today that my Daddy passed

away.  He was the center of my universe.  I adored him and his memory lives

forever in my heart.

Most little girls think their daddy is the best one in the world.  That is how it

should be.  My parents were a bit older when I was born, and since I was the only

one, I always had their full attention.  My Mom was always the practical and more

serious of the two.  My Daddy, while a very successful and prominent business man

had the heart and soul of a child.  When I asked him to read me a bedtime story, he

gladly did so, but with a twist.  He knew that I had memorized the plot and all the

words of every story, so he would change all the words to keep me guessing.

Bedtime at our house was an hour filled with giggles and story line exaggerations.

I never knew what to expect, but knew it would be fun.

Daddy loved dogs and taught me to both love and respect them.  I received a 

puppy at age five, and she became a very important member of the family.

Daddy told me all the stories of all the dogs he had before I came along.

Our little Scottie, Bonnie was added to the list of VIDs ~ Very Important Dogs.

He was also a perfectionist and loved architecture.  When I asked for a tent

in the backyard, I not only received a tent, but one with a hardwood floor.

It was the coolest tent in the neighborhood :-)

Daddy also constructed a huge igloo out in our front yard one winter

that was big enough for me and all my friends, and of course, Bonnie too.

Daddy never thought that I was limited because I was a girl.  He told me that

I could do anything I put my mind to.  He encouraged me to follow my dreams

and to run my own race.  

Thank you Daddy!  I miss you so much and look forward to the day when

we will be together once again.

Big Texas Hugs,

Susan and Bentley