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Dear Daughters,
       When  you were  little I were there.  When I  held your  hand the first time you squeezed it. I stayed up late when mom had a night off.  I remember driving to Mississippi  with you asleep in the back  more times than anyone I ever knew. I was as excited to see you everyday after work as you were me.  Your the thrill of my life. Seeing  your little face pressed against the window was better than seeing the Saints win the Super Bowl. Your the spark in my soul and the note in every song I hear. There's nothing more you could do to make me prouder than by just being yourself.  When you fall down I relish every chance to pick you up. Your the reason I have a second childhood. We  drive your mother crazy. I'm that "other" child who should have  known better.  The chance to read to you at night made more excited about reading ever in my life. Your first day of school was the hardest day of my life. Your smiling face when you came home made me prouder than you know. The heartaches we have been  through together were the best because I went through them with you. Your first love didn't just break your heart. Your laugh, your hugs and smile could warm me longer than a stoked fire. The joy in my heart and life is because your in it. Going away and leaving you every time tore my heart in two. Seeing you grow makes me grin like no one's  business. Whether we are walking down the street or laughing at the table you fill my life up. There's nothing better, or more important than I could do than be with you. The days may fly by but, your smile and love stays forever. Your the best part of me. The best thing I will ever do is be a father to you.  The best thing you could ever do is allow me to.Thank you, Happy Father's Day.


                                                          Dad

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