I can remember growing up when my father would take me to school we would play a game. The object of the game was to see who could say, “go!” and make all the red lights turn green while he drove me to school. My dad always seemed to win. Little did I know at the time that daddy was looking at the opposing stop light and knew that when it turned red our light would almost automatically turn green. To me, my dad knew magic and that made him even more of a hero in my eyes. A father is usually a daughter’s first love. My dad showed me exactly how a woman should be treated and in more ways than one set the standard for expectations while dating. If I ever was to look at an example of love and adoration it was observing how my mom and dad acted with one another. Even to this day they still have date night. As I grew older, I did realize that my dad wasn’t a magician, but he was still my hero. He worked long hours to provide for our family, we always went to church a s a family as well as all of us served in some way at the church, still took us out to eat, was always very kind and hardly yelled or raised his voice, and no matter what he always made sure myself, my mom, and my little brother never went without anything from material things to having his love, a listening ear,shared his wisdom, and support. The most difficult thing about always being a daddy’s girl is it takes a very special man to meet her expectations. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing because she has expectations and high standards for the men she dates, but her dependency on her father can negatively impact her having healthy relationships with other men. I can’t count the number of times I’ve told my significant other, “The only man I will ever need is my daddy,” during a heated argument. Any man who seriously pursues a daddy’s girl does not want to feel like all of his actions in the relationship is based on a scale pre-set by the actions of her father. As I prepare to walk down the aisle I am thankful for my father. The transition is a difficult one to make because I’m learning to call on my husband and not my dad. Thankfully, my husband understands and respects that my dad is a big part of my life, but things have changed a little. Instead of having my dad come and save the day; Big Daddy swoops in and solves the problem. As my dad prepares to “give me away” it doesn’t mean that he is losing his daughter or I am losing my dad. My daddy will always be my first love, we will continue having our lunch dates, and my daddy will always be my hero…but my husband, my Big Daddy is my Super Man. xoxo, Krystale Jane'l
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