He was supposed to be the first man to tell her that she was beautiful and help her determine who she was before anyone had the opportunity to label her. She was supposed to be his “little girl”.
At this moment, I know that the answer has to be yes. I am defeated. By my own father. How Darth Vader.
She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.
Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.
I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.
Be more than a father, be a dad. Be more than a figure, be an example.
Before you and your spouse can work as a team raising your children, you must first work as a team in your marriage.
Your father doesn't fucking play games. you would never come home with a shamrock tattoo in that house.
(Don Fey had a large rubber stamp that said "bullshit, " which was and is awesome.)
My dad’s life was magnificent, but only if I let myself see and remember more than his years of decline.
It made a big difference in my life to grow up with a dad who wasn't afraid of how great my mom was.
He had won, easily. This was something else he could do, and do well, and his Dad had been there to witness his success.
