He held my hand so I could stand. Picked me up so I could look high up. Taught me how to swim on a whim. Training wheels to father daughter bike trails. Catching crayfish, those days I’ll always cherish. He ate that terrible tuna helper after I’d sat and refused for an hour. My hero is my father, a man that god gave to me as a gift, and I’ll never stop thanking him for the most amazing perfect person I know, and I’m lucky enough to call him my father love you dad
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