We are preparing fathers day for church... and I was sitting thinking about my dad... and he has such a different story.
He is not my biological dad... but, even as a teenager, he stepped in to take care of me. He is my father... he is my daddy. My dad is an amazing person. He taught me to throw a punch, and to ride a bike, and to tie my shoes. He is patient, and he is fun.
He taught me to throw a football, and he painted my toes. He let me braid his hair, and he braided mine. He carried a Winnie the Pooh lunchbox to work for a LONG time, because I gave it to him.
I love you dad.
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