a tribute.

To the best man I've ever known on the forty-seventh anniversary of his birth. 

Fortunately for me, I was picked as the oldest of five little chi'rens who get to call him daddy and protector and money-man and Mr. Fix-It and personal escort and body guard and biggest fan.

Happy birthday, POP!

I am SO blessed and thankful to get to call you all of these things every single day I'm alive. I wouldn't trade you for anyone else, even on your not-so-great days (which are far and few in between, of course). I couldn't love you more even if I tried with all my might. :)

"You were my first love, always there for me; you taught me how to walk and how to dream. God gave me your eyes, but it was you who taught me how to see. Now I can stand on my own, but I know you'll never let  go. I'll always be your baby."

-Natalie Grant