Since Mom got a letter, I thought it would only be fair to thank (and possibly embarrass) you publicly, too. I might be an independent woman in reality, but in my mind, I’ll never be too old to call myself a “daddy’s girl.”
I know you’ve always had my best interest at heart, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You might have had trouble understanding my need to straighten my hair and put on make-up, and lord knows you’ve never seen the sense behind high heels, but you’ve taught me the important things: how to throw a baseball (even if it never lands near my target), how to mix a mean Manhattan (even if it does make me cringe), and how to stand up for what I believe in (despite the vicious rumors circulating about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy).
Father’s Day is all about you, Dad, and all of your hard work and encouragement that have gotten me through some difficult times. Your timeless advice such as “don’t touch the remote” and “stop twirling in the outfield” taught me fundamental life skills that have skyrocketed me to success. Without your support, I might still be twirling aimlessly in the outfield, waiting for my coach to bench me yet again.
You have made me who I am today, and I will always be grateful. A dad like you deserves a Father’s Day filled with golf, grilling, and an endless supply of fine Cuban cigars. But since I can’t give you any of those things, I hope you’ll be happy with this finely-worded letter, and the fact that I wouldn’t want any other dad but you.
Happy Father’s Day, from your fully-grown, forever twirling, baby girl.