Daddy's Little Girl!

Me and My Dad

When I was a little girl, the first person that I fell in love with adored his children, loved his wife, and cherished his family; moreover, he attended his kid’s school activities and made it possible for my siblings and me to attend college. This man ensured the safety of his four daughters, and two sons throughout their entire life-this man is my DAD! Born in 1930 with distinctive features, and a slim exterior, my dad has a strong work ethic, and he is well respected in the community. Always admired, never disrespected, and loyal to a fault, he is the family patriarch. Conversely, my grandmother died when dad was only eight years old, and he relishes with joy whenever he speaks of her. Although grandma died young, she was able to instill key values that dad would remember and adhere to for the rest of his life: “protect his siblings, obey his father, respect his elders, and never run from his responsibilities.” My grandparents instilled in my father the core values, and discipline, which enabled him to enlist in the army where he excelled like a young man. In fact, my mom says that she fell in love with dad when he came back from overseas. She said, "He looked tall, dark, and handsome wearing his distinctive army uniform, shiny shoes, and confident attitude on his shoulders. In addition, all the teenage girls in New Orleans were checking him out, and she knew then she had to marry him." Subsequently, I grew up a witness to love and affection that my father bestowed upon my mother, and I cannot help but attribute that love to my grandmother. I am extremely fortunate to have learned early on how a man should treat a woman. Moreover, how a woman should treat a man. Notwithstanding, I have fond childhood memories of my father, and the enduring discussions we shared. In fact, one memory comes to mind where dad said, "Never give the benefit of the doubt because if you are in doubt, it is not a benefit." I feel blessed to have such an incredible father, and yes, I am "daddy's little girl." I ask the question: "how many ladies consider themselves "daddy’s little girl?"