Extremely late post for Father's Day.
I have a wonderful father. This is why.
When I was still trying to hide my growing midsection, he took me aside one day to talk, and encouraged me not to worry about the opinions of others. He said he would sit on our front porch, holding my hand for the rest of my pregnancy, and let the whole neighborhood walk by us without batting an eye. A few months later he signed as a witness on my marriage license, and then a few more months later held me close while I cried my heart out on the night I moved back home with Rafe. He has shown me what true sacrifice means, and I hope to follow his example in my own life.
Thank you Daddy, for never giving up on me.
