In all of the craziness that has been going on in my life of late, I always know that there is one constant.
My dad and I have always been very close. He always knows exactly what to say to make a bad situation tolerable. He knows how to talk me down from a ledge. He loves me unconditionally, and the feeling is fully mutual. We have a bond that I don't share with any other person in my life, including my husband. My husband is great, but he doesn't think like my dad does, and he doesn't understand me the way my dad does. I don't think he really tries. That isn't a diss on my sweetie. I love him very much too, but our emotional relationship is completely different from the one I have with my dad.
When things go wrong, or when I feel like I just can't carry the weight of the world on my shoulders any longer, I call my dad because I know he will help me make sense of it all. He will help carry the load. He will pick me up off my knees, enclose me in his arms, and let me shed my tears on his shoulder.
I learn a lot from my dad. I try to be like him in all things. I try to think like him, treat people the way he would, look at everything in this world the way he does. My mind is open, my heart is accepting, just like my dad's.
I know I am blessed to have such a close relationship with my father. I know he doesn't share this same relationship with any of my other siblings. That is not to say I think he loves me more, but he does love us all differently. I am honored and blessed to be his daughter. He is the most wonderful, caring, generous man I have ever known. I have yet to introduce him to anyone in my life that doesn't instantly love or respect my dad.
He is a great man.