Sifting through every generic term for love..to describe the amount of love and appreciation I have for this man in my life…and I can’t seem to find the right words to depict this feeling.
But then again..this type of respect can not just be depicted..it must be felt
And as I sit and flip through the albums that document our history together..you can feel it through the eyes of the step children he has raised, the determination that flows in these vary veins that want nothing but to make him proud.
Yes. That is it..this simple yet so very complex man is my father. This man who holds his guitar as gold and has shared his wealth of love and knowledge of music, this man who’s sarcasm and humor lies beneath the undertone of every joke that’s uttered beneath my breath, this man’s who’s love for the eloquence of nature can be felt in every wisp of wind that caresses my face, this man who’s pride reigns strong has molded the spine in which hold’s my head high, despite it being filled with heavy thoughts
This man is my father and I’m humbled to be his daughter.