i have a great dad. let's be real, he's pretty awesome.
he's the kind of dad that loves to make breakfast for the family.
he comes to sit through a whole two hours of a play all by himself that he's already seen three times just so i will have a ride home.
he is always patient and kind and has a charitable heart.
he is diligent and honest in all he does.
he puts others first and he never passes up a chance to serve.
he's a real fighter-- not like the "i'm-gonna-beat-you-up" kind, the other kind.
he is strong.
he's had his share of health battles in his life and he has never, ever given up.
he always keeps a positive attitude, no matter what the circumstance-- even if that circumstance involves screwing a hallo into his head.
he's the kind of dad that takes you on your very first date on your 16th
birthday just because it's important to you even if he just got out of
the hospital from the latest brain surgery a couple days before.
he buys us brand new cow boy boots when we come home crying just to make us feel better.
(ok, not really, it's just a family joke.)
but he does buy you flowers when you have a special occasion, and sometimes just because.
he'll even put up with all 4 of us girls in California for a week even though he hates Disney land and shopping.
he knows what it means to live with passion, and he shows it every day.
my dad is my hero.
love you daddy,
Marley Kay
[your only good kid ;)]
your dreamer
love.
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