a letter to my father

dear daddy,

thank you for the money, i'll try not to waste it this time. thank you for the christmas presents and every birthday. that you for the father-daughter dances, my prom, spring formals, cotillion, and highschool graduation. that you for the plays, recitals, and public evets. that you for all the valentine's flowers and for every year of school you've paid for. Thank you for two tattoos, and maybe someday more. Thank you for lending me the truck to carry things, the house for movie nights, and money for dinner countless times. Thank you for not hating my boyfriends. Thank you for more concert tickets than i should ever have gotten. Thank you for 2 am phone calls about thiking i'm fat, getting dumped, or general anxiety about life. Thank you for letting me DD sometimes. Thank you for football games, and teaching me to cook chicken. Thank you for not hating my mother. Thank you for letting me keep the piano and saying i could paint my room even if i haven't done it yet. Thank you for family trips in Savannah and for letting me play putt putt on a real golf course. Thanks for the letter my second semester and for not being mad when i told you what happened. Thank you for not dating Lexi's mom. thank you for taking me fishing, teaching me to ride a bike, letting me trick-or-treat, and not getting too upset when i colored on the wall and signed my sister's name to it. but mostly, thank you for being proud of me.

i love you.

your little girl