Friday, April 13, 2007

My Hero

My Hero is not proud. He does not boast. He does not peddle his wisdom as if a street vendor, firmly rooted on his corner yelling at passers by to steal their attention. My Hero is a fortress, but, when under attack he is more easily wounded than most will ever be aware of. My Hero is a pillar of strength, but loves so deeply that the ones he cares for can bring him to his knees with nothing more than a word. My Hero's suffering is immeasurable and yet the hurt of others burns more than his own fire ever could. There is no place safer to me than when I am with him. When in his presence I feel more intelligent, more blessed and more beautiful than I ever have a right, simply because he believes that I am. When he looks at me, for one brief moment, I can see myself through his eyes. There are few things that have the ability to devastate me as much as knowing that I have disappointed my Hero. I could never be as good of a person as he deserves. Never will I feel that I have given him enough to come close to what I think he should have. My Hero's faith in me has never faltered, though I spend more time trying to pick myself up off the floor than I do walking upright. My Hero is the embodiment of devotion; though he, more than anyone, would be entitled to turn his back to it all. The highest aspiration I could ever strive for would be to become half the person that my Hero has. My hero has eyes that can peer to the very depths of your soul. There is nothing I could ever do, feel, think or be that my Hero would not have anticipated. One could not make me more elated or satisfied than to tell me that I, in some way, remind them of my Hero. When I look in the mirror, it is his eyes I see staring back at me. I only wish mine could see me the way that his do. My hero inspires me to be the woman that I am capable of being. My hero has bestowed upon me priceless gifts. Empathy, loyalty, passion for all things and above all happiness. For these and the countless others that he brings freely to me everyday, I thank him. One of my greatest hopes is that he can see just how incredible of a human he really is.
I Love You, Daddy.

until next time.....
be kind,
me

2 comments:

Dean said...

I love you. Most people dont see me that way, but thank you.
Daddy

Anonymous said...

You are so amazing. My daughter tells me things close to that. You make me feel proud and I know your father feels the energy:)