Dear Dad, I love you. I know writing a letter in this day and age seems a little too old fashioned but sometimes, penning down words seem easier than standing in front of you and telling you how much you mean to me. It's because of you that today, I can call myself a strong and independent woman. From pushing me on a swing as a child to teaching me how to drive a car, you have always kept my happiness and independence before everything else. I still remember how you stood behind me, while I struggled to gain my balance while learning how to ride the bicycle. How you insisted on removing those training wheels because you felt I was big enough to ride solo. And how, when I rode perfectly without falling, you jumped up in glee and shouted "Yay!" How can I ever forget how after my class 12th boards, you insisted I learn to drive because I needed to be independent. And even though I scratched your precious car a few times, you laughed it off and said, "Pay me back when you get your first job."

Thank you Dad, for trusting me and my choices.

Even when the chips were down and I was at my lowest, you offered me such sound advice. As I sat at home without a job, you comforted me and said, "Pick yourself up, you are better than this. This is just a phase and it too, shall pass." You made me feel better and said the words I needed to hear. You ignited that fire and made me jump back on the horse.


Source: David Kanigan

Thank you Dad, for showing me the way.

And when I was ready to fly the nest, your only concern was, "He better treat you well. If he doesn't, I will break his legs." As you and I laughed that sentence off, we both knew what it really meant and somewhere, so did my future husband.


Source: The Frick