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I have never called myself Daddy's Little Girl, but somehow, I have always felt like I am!

And, even though I'm all grown up now, my Dad's 'Leo' strong, positive influence still plays a huge part in my life, just as it did when I WAS a little girl.

I can still hear Dad telling my sister and I that drugs and cigarettes will kill you, and of course, girls don't get tattoos.

Now, it's interesting about the whole tattoo influence thing, because at times, I wanted one, I almost did, but, I felt like I was letting Dad down even with the idea, like his parenting awards would be void, and I'd instantly turn into a hellish biker chick, riding off with ex-convict Chopper Reid, so it never happened.

Really, though, would Dad truly care, probably not unless I had my entire back and face inked, but 'girls don't get tattoos', so this girl, will not!

Speaking of little girl, I'm 34, yet, Dad still refuses to let me lift something heavier than a loaf of bread, or do something that, I guess a man would normally do, perhaps fearing that I'm not strong enough, too girly, or, just for the fact that I am a girl, I don't know, but, it always makes me chuckle adoringly, cause, these are the moments when I know that, although I'm a grown woman, and far from helpless, he probably still sees me as a toddler, running around with my teddy bear, waiting to scoop me up if I fall.

Today is Dad's 60th birthday, although, we might as well celebrate his 30th!

As, rather than setting into a comfy arm chair for another day, Dad is up at 6 a.m, going about his daily routine of, SSS and exercises while mentally preparing for his next downhill skiing adventure or waterskiing trip out to the lake.

There is no time for sleep...unless it's in the cinema, while he's being nudged in the ribs to avoid disturbing the movie!

I know it sounds cheesy, but Dad is my hero, and I have always looked up to his assertive, strong, generous, loyal and loving characteristics, and, absolutely admire and practice his 'If I want it, I'm going to bust my ass if I have to, to get it', attitude.

The word 'doubt' has little use in his vocabulary.

However, although, I love him to bits and, in my eyes, no man could ever compare, he does have his non-superhero moments:

* Dad can write hilarious text, the kind of stuff that makes it's way straight to the pool room, (see The Castle), alas, his joke 'telling' abilities, certainly don't have Comedy Central busting the door down, unless, Did you hear about the chicken?...well, you get my point!

* As far as snow skiing goes, Dad is pretty darn fast, so much so that you hear screams of avoidance as he hurtles down the mountain...surprisingly, in control...BUT, as far as beating my sister and I down the mountain...ha, the jury's still out!

Dad, I love you and am always going to be your little girl!

Crikey!
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