Don't call him father, unless in jest. Call him Dad or Pop or even Daddo. Something that automatically assigns affection. Call him the man who fixes things. Call him the man who plays catch with you. Call him the man who taught you how to change your car's oil. Just call him with love.
To the Dad who changed diapers without complaint, walked a colicky baby that would only liked being held facing forward, and when defecated on, simply shrugged and stepped into the shower with the baby in arms.
To the Dad who put a crib in the garage to be near his little girl. Who when asked what the letters on the tailgate of the truck spelled, didn't correct his daughter when she said, "truck" and not "ford".
To the Dad who didn't lose his patience when trying to teach her how to drive and stick, and knew when it was time to let someone else teach her.
And to the Dad who loves his daughter like she was the little girl in pigtails still.
Love you Dad!
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