Robert Edwards, My father.
I don't even know where to start. I have my life to thank him for and I'll be eternally grateful for that reason alone. But there's much more to this man. He still hides eggs in the front yard at Easter time and tells me to "stay safe and be sensible" every time i leave the house. Most of all, he hasn't been that over-protective parent that wont loosen their grasp on you in fear you might discover the bad things in the world. He's helped my find myself by giving me a decent amount of freedom and time to find myself. He's supported me not only financially with the $5 a day for lunch but emotionally he's been there for me, even if he is a man of few words. If the man you marry really does resemble your father, I'm destined to have an amazing, funny man as a husband. His math teachers jokes are the best, no matter how lame and watching Wipe-out with him is something i look forward to. I'm proud hes my father, I love you Daddy-O, with everything i've got.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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