For My Daddy

Yesterday was father's day! YAY!!! I love this day! I try my hardest to let my dear daddy know how much I love him on a regular basis, but in case I have failed, father's day is the perfect opportunity to do so in abundance. My daddy was my hero growin up. He was the man who could do anything. Open any jar, be any Santa (or tooth fairy), and throw me high in the air but never let me fall.

He was the man that I was sure I'd never grow too old for. And, I am beyond proud to say that I haven't. My daddy is one of my best friends. I tell him everything. Sometimes far more than he wants to know (especially about the girly stuff!!!). But, even when it's unimportant stuff, he's always there to listen.

When Brandon and I began dating, I was really worried about what my daddy would think. My daddy hasn't always been the biggest fan of the men I've dated, or have had any interest in. But, with Brandon, it was different. THANK GOODNESS!!! My daddy and Brandon became instant friends, and soon, when the time was right, my daddy gave Brandon permission to take me away. He gave him permission to be the new man in my life. The new priesthood holder in my life. The new man I take all my troubles to. The new one to hear all about my girly problems, although I don't think he minded giving that one up! But, it was hard for me. My dad had never met Brandon, and his willingness to let this almost stranger take his baby girl, made me love him even more. Although my dad didn't know Brandon in person, he knew me. He knew that I was, and am, madly in love with him, and was willing to let me go.
On the week of my wedding I was able to spend some time with my parents, just us, before Brandon came in to town and the festivities began. I knew there was one thing that I wanted before I was the married woman that I am now. I wanted a Father's blessing from my daddy. The last one that I would receive as his little baby girl Weatherholtz. Now, I'm not saying I'm not his little girl anymore, things just change with marriage. But, with everything that was going on during that week, I forgot to ask him. And, ever since I have regretted it. I know I will have more opportunites to get a father's blessing from him, but it won't ever be the week before my wedding again.
I love my daddy. Marvin William Weatherholtz. He was my hero before, and my hero still. In my eyes, he can move mountains. Or, at least a sectional couch with one arm. He has had a rough life, and has yet risen above it. And, not only has he risen above, but he is strong in the LDS faith, and has an amazing relationship with his wife, my mommy!
I love my daddy more and more everyday!
I am so grateful for the example that he was to me, and my siblings, growing up. Through his example I knew what a man could be like. I knew what love could be. And, I knew not to settle. So, I waited a little bit, and found the perfect man. A man freakishly like my father. But, my perfect man!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DADDY!!! I love you so very much, and I hope you know that! =)