I never realized how terrible it was
to pry a hook from a gasping fish’s mouth
because I always had Dad to do the tough parts.

I always had Dad to get his hands ***** so my line could be cast back out into the lake of life with me on the other end of the pole anxiously waiting for my next big catch.

That’s what dads are for.

I never knew what it was like to struggle
putting on a too sticky band-aid.
I always had Dad to get it stuck to his own fingers as he kissed my scrapes better.

I always had Dad to pick up the broken glass around me. He would always be there to pick me up and boost me along my way, always watching close to make sure I didn’t fall harder the next time.

That’s what dads are for.

I’ve always known what it was like to be loved unconditionally.
I’ve always known what it was like to be someone’s #1 girl.
I’ve always known the soft hugs of a protective papa bear.
I’ve always known the loving judgement and watchful eye of the man that loved me first.

That’s what dads are for.