To all of the fathers out there, to all of the men who step up to the plate and father children who are not theirs biologically, but yet have children in their hearts, to all of the uncles, grandfathers, cousins, and other men who are parental in nature to children (and adults) all over the world, thank you.
Love means sometimes telling someone no, even though it hurts their feelings at the time.
Love means chores, and making sure that homework gets done.
Love means spending time with someone, even when you have something that you need to be doing.
Love is active. Merely saying "I love you" does not equate to love.
Love is meaning what you say at all times, saying what you mean.
Love is keeping promises.
Love is wearing your feelings on the outside so that the one you love knows it.
Love is being one of the people that Father's Day is for.
To my father, the best one in the bunch. Thank you for doing all of the things that I know about, as well as the things that I do not know about.
Thank you for putting up with me when I was tedious, and loving me no matter what. Thank you for telling me that "I do not like you right now, but I will never stop loving you".
Thank you for taking me to a football game, even though you did not need to be out in the cold when you were sick.
Thank you for driving all over Washington, DC with me, and walking through all of the monuments and memorials, just because I wanted to see them.
Thank you for crying with me at the Viet Nam memorial, and telling me about the time that you were there.
Thank you, Dad, for always being a dad. I love you so much, but, looking back, I do not think I will ever be able to love you as much as you have loved and still love me. Love, your baby daughter. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
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