Daddy turns Fifty Five. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊

First of all, am writing this a few hours before my dad’s birthday. I am writing this now cause I have so much to write about my main man and I feel like I don’t want to stand the chance to loose a single detail. This post is sourly dedicated to my father. I don’t know where to start when it comes to even having words that give emphasis on how much my father is the most amazing, most admirable, most loving, most caring and my biggest reason for living. All those characters of his are him for me. This isn’t about trying to compare anyone else’s dad, I just want the rest of the world to see who he is through my eyes.

My father and I have always been very close since I was a little girl. I might not have the most vivid memory but he was my dad in all the greatest ways. He would come home and if he was chewing but didn’t have extra gum with him, yeah, you know it, he gave me the gum in his mouth. That was my father for me. My dad often talks about how my sister and I were as kids ,especially the poop stories 😁😁 where he changed all our diapers. My father is the sweetest man I have met. He is my life and I say that with the utmost honesty and sincerity that it’s in me. Six years ago, I never would have thought that there would come a time I would survive without my mum or even not try cut short my life in multiple instances just so I could quit feeling hollow. My father picked me up figuratively without his knowledge. At first we were a fucking mess. None of us could see eye to eye and I guess that’s how we sort of both grieved cause we had no idea what we were meant to do with each other after we lost our source of strength, faith and life. But slowly we picked each other up and became the three musketeers. It’s now Dad, Harriet and I against the world.

My father is both my mother and father. I say this because the morning of my mum’s burial, we sat down in my parent’s bedroom and I remember it felt unreal. We were picking out my mum’s clothes that she would be buried in and I recall my dad telling that from now onwards he would be both our father and mother. Then I thought that he probably was saying that cause he needed to assure that despite the turmoil we were all feeling then, he wasn’t gonna give up on us. How many fathers would do that for their kids?? How many fathers would stick around and raise a fourteen year old and eighteen old whom he hardly ever saw eye to eye with and go through with it without sucking at it not once. I am fucking crying right now because my father is my hero in more ways than one. He has never failed once to be there for us and give us everything he could. He put aside his needs so my sister and I could get the best. I adore my father and I probably have repeated this to my sister that on my wedding day, I will probably go back with my father because I can’t imagine being able to stay away and start another family without him. My life is non existent without him. Every waking moment I breathe, I do so with the fear that I might loose him and scares me shitless .

“Dad, you are my world, my reason of living and the best person in my life. If I could have one wish, it would be to never go a day without you. I am always going to be your little girl and I wouldn’t be fucking breathing if I didn’t have you with me and Harriet too. Thank you, I can’t even say it enough to appreciate how much you have done. From building us a home and being my source of peace, tranquility and immense happiness. For being my safe haven. I love you beyond the moon and stars. Beyond the universe. Your always gonna be the first man in my life and the best Father that lives. Nothing will ever change my adoration for you. I love you always. “❤❤❤❤

P. S I am crying mess right now, I would go on and praise my father for who he is but words are not enough. Happy birthday dad. I hope you love my present for you tomorrow on your birthday.

4th of December . My present to my dad. Is 👇. I am Daddy’s Young Lady. Right above my mum’s tattoo.

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