Daddy's Girl

I dropped by my house the other night to pick up an important paper my dad had searched long and hard for. And in his search he found an old picture, or rather treasure, of him and I together. His hair was still black and he had his mustache. I was quite a few feet shorter with very blond hair. I had my arm wrapped around his leg and wasn't even as tall as that leg. I was still sweet, cute, and innocent. I wish I could put the picture on here. I had him wrapped around my finger, and still do actually. :) But as we reminisced about the picture my dad said that I was no longer his little girl. I gave a frown and told him that made me sad. But what he meant was that I was no longer that innocent little girl. I'm taller. And older. And "on my own". But what he may not always realize is that I still need him. I still lean on him. I still need his support. And his money. :) I look to him when I'm upset and disappointed and I find exactly what I need. I find someone who has worked for what he has wanted and never let anything stop him. I find someone who loves me and his family and who would do anything in the world for me. I find someone who finds happiness with his family. I love him. Although I may not be that little girl anymore, I'm still my daddy's girl. Dad, I will always be YOUR little girl. I love you!