To The Man That Loved Me First, Dad

To the man that taught me to always sing in the car, no matter how off tune I may be. To the man that gave me an undeniable sweet tooth.. like the kind where I grab a spoon and a canister of icing for a late night snack. To the man that ran beside me when I was tracking miles for whatever race was next. To the man that I can always call to keep me calm over the big stuff. To the man that loved me first.

Growing up as the only girl in a family of boys, obviously I was spoiled. I never had to share a room, or get hand-me-down clothes. But I never knew the amount of luck I really had until I got a bit older… My dad and I have always had a special relationship. We talk politics, travel, and 80s rock and roll. Of all the special moments on my wedding day, seeing my dad for the first time after I got dressed is something I will never forget. I can say with my entire heart, it was one of the best few minutes of my life; it was everything I had dreamt about since I was a little girl.

Call your dad if you’re distant, or give him a hug if you’re lucky enough to meet him for lunch. There’s no bond quite like a father and a daughter. XOXO,

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I’m Kelly! Born and raised in Ohio, wife to Jake, and boy Mom to Connor. Blogging about life, motherhood, and helping brides make their dreams come true. 

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