Daughter Knows Best

I wasn’t planning on writing a blog about Father’s Day for Father’s Day.

In fact, I was wanting to finish up a part two to my previous blog titled, The Apricot Tree.

But then happenstance, happened.

I don’t normally click on my Memories on Facebook, but today I did.

A Father’s Day post I wrote 11 years ago popped up on the screen.

Big deal, you say?

Well, in this particular post, I wrote about coming to the realization that my dad is my #1 fan.

Around a week ago, I bought my dad his Father’s Day card. It has flags on the front of it that say, Happy Father’s Day and here’s the kicker, inside it says, From Your #1 Fan!

Of course I can’t resist sharing that Facebook post with this blog. It’s 11 years old but it still brought tears to my eyes when I reread it.

Here it is…

Daughter Knows Best… When I am talking about my dad to someone who has never met him, I always say he is a sweetheart, funny guy and a pastor. I have also thrown it out there that Ben Stein reminds me of him. If you don’t know who Ben Stein is, go ask your father! I told Shawn recently, that I thought it was a shame that it’s not until you leave home, that you are able to really reflect and appreciate all that your parents did for you…Dad, this Father’s Day has me reflecting on how throughout my life you have always made me feel special and loved. You always seemed to be first in line at my choir concerts in high school or how about the time you drove me to regionals and proceeded to come with me into the room carrying a black tape recorder. So what if when we got back to the van, we couldn’t hear anything! I believe now what I didn’t know then that you were my #1 fan! You paid for my wedding reception, and I didn’t even have to ask…You offered to help us with a down payment for a house (we said no thank you). You bought me music when I was little and right after I got married, I remember you casually stopping by with Margaret Becker’s latest CD. You still tell me I’m pretty. 1 Corinthians 13:13, but the greatest of these is love.

~missy salcido wead