This is the only man who I’m confident loves me unconditionally. He never hesitates to give me more than I ask for that sometimes it makes me feel guilty already because I feel that I don’t deserve it—but he can never make me refuse anything. And because of that, I know I’m incredibly blessed in more ways than one. While I thank God for every single day that I get up in the morning in my own warm bed, in my house with my family, in a peaceful place, I thank Him too for giving me a dad who gives me more than the comfortable. I’ve witnessed it a thousand times, him doing anything to make me happy, but it’s only quite recently that I realized this. Even if I remove all his titles and the luxuries he has provided the family, I now see how much he loves me. From slicing my fried chicken into little pieces when I was 6, to helping me with homework when I was 9, to giving me enough freedom even before I turned 18, I have no reason not to love and respect him in return.
More than that, the sole fact that he’s my father is in itself an absolute blessing. Today, I celebrate that he is alive and he’s got his whole life ahead of him, that despite the circumstances he’s still in a good place. I can’t thank the Father up there enough for my father here. My love for Him and for this man goes beyond words, and I’m confident that they both know this.
Happy birthday, Daddy! I love you.


