Dear Daddy-o.

Sunday 7 September 2014



I love my Dad. He’s easily the funniest, fiercest, most determined and supportive father that has ever lived. Argue with me on that point if you will but I won’t be persuaded otherwise. There is often a clichéd relationship portrayed regarding Daddy’s and their little girls but what I have with my father is invaluable and unique. The gentle hands that cradled my tiny frame as a child are the same that loudly applauds at performances and expertly makes rice soup while we watch our favourite films and shows. He protects, guides and defends as patriarch, entertains like no other person alive and loves unconditionally.

My Dad is one of seven. Stories abound in the family of his exuberance and comedic timing in youth, traits he has carried (and streamlined) into adulthood. Gone are the days where he might rifle through cereal boxes desperate for the hidden tiny toy or invite the family cat into the freezer in his attempts to satisfy childhood curiosity. Instead, his enviable wit and delightful sense of humour energise conversation and lighten moods. He can be gruff and assertive but never cruel and endlessly diplomatic. It is through his example (together with my Mumsie, whose virtues I have previously extolled) that inspires me to bring the happy as often as I can. 

  
I have been equally as blessed with my grandfathers; both strong, brave and yet tender-hearted men. They, in turn, produced another generation of formidable males that, although not fathers of mine, shield me with fatherly protection – my Godfather, Uncles and cousins. There are some people I know (and care deeply about) who are facing the unimaginable; the first Father’s Day without such a presence in their lives. It is so difficult for me to adequately express in words what having my Dad means to me, so on this day – always, in fact, but today in particular – my love is with you. I would not be the person I am, the woman I am without mine.

Daddy-o is my hero. Pure and simple. One of my greatest joys is making him chuckle and being sent into hysterics in return. My default setting is to laugh and that has been gently nurtured by the biggest joker I will ever know. He is capable of levity, authority, sincerity, wisdom, compassion, generosity and gravitas. I have been truly blessed with the best male role model I could ever have asked for. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou to the most amazing man I know. I love you. xxx

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