A public Thank you to Daddy
I read an article and it hit pretty close to home and inspired this. It’s funny how the universe just lines up and helps you to put into words things you can’t even begin to explain when you ask it too.
Oh Daddy,
I’m a lot to deal with, and I know this. I get over-the-top excited about regular and ridiculously little things. I get over-emotional about little, ridiculous things as well. Maybe that’s the little in me.
I CANT shut off my brain. IVE TRIED. Any given second I have ten thousand ideas flowing rapidly through my brain at any time of day. I know you tell me I can, and I can, but only when I’m with you and it makes me wanna cry when I can’t shut it off and I don’t have you.
I think fast. I speak fast. I type even faster. I get over whelmed at how quick things go so I jump from one thing to another to quick. You don’t stand a chance on keeping up, yet somehow you do!
I sing my heart out, in the shower, sitting alone in my car, cleaning, even catch my self at work. I feel like my life is falling apart and I’m a failure at life, and then realize maybe I haven’t slept enough and I need a nap, and I need a glass of chocolate milk, and everything might be ok. But when I’m with you Daddy, everything is right.
I send ten text messages, IN. A. ROW. And, you’d better believe they are full of exclamation points and emojis. How else would I get my excitement across?
I work really hard to make everything magical for everyone. Because everyone deserves sunshine and love and magic and Unicorns. Even you Daddy. Unicorns and Crocky’s!!
I apologize all the time, then I apologize for apologizing because I don’t know why I’m apologizing half of the time I just feel like I’ve done something horribly wrong. And I owe the apology cause I’m so messed up.
I feel like I talk way too much and even take up too much space. So I always try to make sure I stay in my space. I dance anytime music is on store, car, bank, doesn’t matter.
I bounce, I bounce when I eat cause I’m excited about foo, I bounce when I’m happy, when I’m talking to you, I just bounce.
I start new things constantly—new hobbies, new projects... and I don’t finish one before I start the other! My whole life is a work in progress.
I see clothes that I absolutely HAVE to have. DADDY! I know I have too many, I can’t help it!
I think Disney is the best movies ever. I like every song that comes on the radio, and I rave about them, and I research the lyrics and try to figure out the deeper-meaning. I get on one topic and I dive straight in the deep in. I research. I read. I discuss it. With so much enthusiasm it’s scary!
I cry about situations, and then turn around with my next breath and flip the switch and find the silver lining. Then I cry about them again because even though there’s a silver lining I can’t get past the sad. Until I’m distracted.
With you Daddy I jump in without looking back. And I don’t even blink about it!
I hate this about myself. Sometimes I can say I love this about myself. Everything I just said makes me question myself, and want to be by myself, and makes me want to be with everyone all the time. I guess because deep down, I want their approval to make me feel like I’m not completely insane. But with you Daddy, you make me feel like I’m perfect.
But when I’m not with you I quiet myself up. I put all of me in a bottle and I don’t get as excited. Everything is not as magical. And I’m just weird. And professional and big.
I give everything I can to everyone. I forgive even harder no Matter how much it hurts me, I work hard, I always try my best. I laugh hard. I smile a lot! I cry harder than normal people, probably more frequently than normal people too. I screw things up, in a big way. But I always try to fix it.
I dream big Daddy, and unrealistically.
I live 1000 miles an hour. And I love easily. Even though im scared to death.
I feel others pain Daddy. Even those that don’t deserve it. I cry, for people that I don’t even know. If someone is hurting and is close to me, I. Feel. Every. Pain. And. Tear. I’m insanely empathetic. I am an empath, I am weird to even admit that I believe that and that makes me feel uncomfortable.
I know I’m a handful Daddy.
I am one that loves hard and honestly.
I am one that is psychopathically loyal. (Seriously it’s probably not healthy)
I am one that honestly believes with all her heart that there are Fairies and trolls, and angels and demons. It’s not a joke.
I am one that believes that there is good magic in this world and bad magic.
I am one that wants to be a bad ass but I really wanna hide under the blankets and listen to my Disney playlist.
But above all this...
I am one Daddy, who whole heartedly and solely belongs to you.
I know I’m a lot. But I love you.
