On the beach today, Katherine told us about a guy she had a crush on in college. I was the only one who didn't know him, but the others seemed to think this was a strange match for her and wondered why she had liked him.
He reminded me of my dad, she told us.
That's kind of weird, my insightful boyfriend countered.
Guys don't get that, I guess. A guy hears that and his thoughts jump to some Freudian craziness. A girl hears an explanation like that, and she thinks, "Exactly."
See, the thing is, there just won't ever be a man in your life that you'll love like your daddy. Especially if your dad is incredible, like mine.
Happy Father's Day to my dad, who taught me how to swing a golf club when the club was taller than me, who read Greek mythology to me and fed me a healthy diet of Cary Grant and Rock Hudson movies, whose fear of heights didn't stop him from accompanying me to the top of the Empire State Building, and, most importantly, who taught me what a man after God's own heart truly looks like.
xx- Lindsey
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