There was one thing my daddy wouldn't tolerate in any shape, form or fashion, and that was being unkind or rude to somebody. That was just very important to my folks. And as it turns out, that was a legacy that he left me that money can't buy, is how to be able to treat people...
All it took was a song.
As I was listening to music online I came across a song that my dad played for us every Sunday without fail when we were kids. My parents love music and my dad had many favorite songs, but the one song that always comes to mind is a song by Jim Reeves.
Every time I hear this song I picture my dad on a Sunday morning blasting the music as we slept in. By sleeping in I mean 8am on a Sunday. If we did not get out of bed my dad would come up to our bedrooms and "check" to see if we were awake. We were.
He would hug us and shower us with kisses and he always told us we were his princesses and how much he loves us. To this day he still does. He never misses an opportunity to tell us how much we are loved. I have used this quote many times and I will never get tired of saying it, "Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad" This quote was made for my dad. He is one of the nicest persons I know, and not just because he's my dad. If I can be just half as kind, considerate, thoughtful, honest,patient, loving, rational and so much more as my dad, then I am happy.
Daddy when I think of you, I smile. I remember when I was a little girl I never left your side. You took me everywhere you went. You held on to my hand and you never let go. I have a good memory and in them I see you always smiling at us. I love yo daddy.
Daddy when I think of you, I smile. I remember when I was a little girl I never left your side. You took me everywhere you went. You held on to my hand and you never let go. I have a good memory and in them I see you always smiling at us. I love yo daddy.
The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his an tlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan...
~Nadiya~
