I first saw the world from your shoulders. My little legs dangling around your neck as you sang another one of the songs you wrote for me. "You're not number three or four, every day I love you more, you are my number one girl" you would sing gently as I messed up your hair and demanded you sing it again. "You're not number five, six, seven, I could count up to eleven but you are my number one girl." Together we would go on adventures. Mystery tours, every weekend to the art gallery and transport museum. In the supermarket you'd tell me stories about how the veg came to life at night and bought me magazines to read. I'd wear your baseball cap that was way to big for me and we'd spend afternoons at the library. I will always remember your calloused hands on mine as you skated backwards, leading me around the ice rink. I will always remember my nose pressed against the banister, watching as your left for work every morning, waiting for you to turn, reach up and give me a goodbye kiss. The one who would carry me upstairs and tuck me in when I fell asleep on the couch. I'd start to wake up and you'd whisper in my ear,"Wheesht my wee wee baw baw, wheesht my wee wee baw". I think it's fair to say that I owe nearly everything that makes me who I am today, to you.
I'm so, so thankful for your creativity, your passion, and your drive. For the way you inspire and strengthen me, for the way you challenge and believe in me. Thankful for late night phonecalls, for homemade popcorn and movie nights, for the long drives and big hugs. For making me laugh with your impersonations and silly songs. For giving me your fabulous taste in music and making me realise that whether it's skiing or bagpipe playing, it's never too late to learn something new and do it brilliantly. You're my daddy and I'm so blessed to have you. I may not want to be little, but I always want to be yours. Happy father's day.