Sunday, June 17, 2012

Daddy's Girl


     Annie wasn’t her given name, it was her middle name, but it was the name her daddy sometimes called her.
     Annie loved the smell of the chill of October in her daddy’s coat and hair when he came home from work and hugged her to him. How she looked forward to going down the street at the end of the work day and waiting for her daddy on a big rock at the end of the neighbor’s driveway. He would pick her up and together they would ride back home.
     How proud Annie was of her dad. Could anyone else’s daddy be as handsome as hers when he dressed up in his tuxedo with the tails on Lodge night?
     Annie was quite the young lady, too, when she accompanied her daddy to the Father/Daughter Day at his club. Sometimes when they went downtown together, people would tell her how much she looked like her daddy. If she went downtown alone, someone was sure to ask her, "Aren’t you Paul Choate’s daughter?" She held those words close to her heart.
     Annie is grown up now, and she has a husband and family of her own. She doesn’t get to see her daddy as much anymore and Annie misses those times, but he is still her first hero and she will always be her daddy’s girl.

Happy Father's Day, Dad. Love you and miss you so much.
     Annie was a daddy’s girl.

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