Growing up Dad was always there. Always there when I needed him. And even better.... always there when I didn't think that I needed him, but he knew that I did (and he was right). I think that I took that for granted. So as I grew up he was just Dad. And then when I thought I was too cool of a teenager I started calling him Derrick, Derk, Big D... anything but Dad.
When I moved away he became Daddy.
Because when I moved away I needed him more than I ever realized, and for once in my life he couldn't always be there. So I regressed. I became a little girl who needed her Daddy... and probably cried every time that he couldn't be there.
Now I like to call him Daddy. When he answers his phone, "Hi Baby Girl..." and then I can say, "Hi Daddy!"... it makes me feel like he knows how much I miss him; how much I need him; how much I wished we lived down the road from one another. And I think that he can hear all of this in just one word. Daddy.
I love you -- I miss you. I can't wait to see you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day.
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