Happy Birthday

                So I want to take the time out to tell you about somebody special. This past Sunday was the birthday of a very special person in my life. It was my father’s birthday. When I was a kid, I lived with my grandmother. My mother and father each moved away. My mother moved down south but came back after a year. My father moved from Connecticut to Rhode Island, which eventually became my home too. Even though he was in a different state, he always found time to be there for me. Every time he visited, he always spent his whole trip with me. And he never missed a Christmas. My dad is important to me for one big reason though. He is my hero. My whole life, I have been Daddy’s little girl. He has always been the smartest, coolest, most awesome guy in the world. He knows everything. He does the New York Times crossword and the hardest Sudoku in pen, knows the answers on Jeopardy before anybody else even reads the question, can guess any song after the first few seconds, can make anybody laugh, and can draw beautifully. Despite having dropped out of high school, he is smarter than anybody I know. He is also an incredibly hard worker and successful man. He has a great work ethic and is every boss’s dream employee. He also started his own business that was pretty successful. I get my smarts, love of puzzles, and some musical interests from him. He has always encouraged me in everything I have wanted to do. Even if it was silly or I only stuck with it for a short time, he was always supportive. Now, he lives down south with his fiancé and is expecting his second child. I wish him nothing but the best with everything he has going on in his life and I hope he knows how much I admire him. I may not be little, and I may not be his only child anymore, but I will always be Daddy’s little girl. When I grow up, I want to be just like my dad.