Dear Dad,

I can honestly say that I am one of the luckiest daughters on the planet. Some people may think that it is required to give their daughters all of the advantages and encouragement in the world, but that is just not reality.  Yet somehow I have the kind of dad that makes video picture frames, writes out certificates for accomplishments like breathing, makes scavenger hunts, plays the hero that saves the girl with hand puppets, puts up with wet nail polish smells and cleans up the floor after a middle of the night throw up and diarrhea session.  I have the kind of dad that places orders to his young waitress who will do anything for a quarter, who takes us out for a candy bar if we can come up with one good thing of the week, he reschedules with a potential renter to stay and watch one last game of tennis in his oversized sun hat, who actually enjoys filling up my car with gas when I come to visit why? oh because "it is fueling my acceleration to SUCESS!!" or some pun of that nature, a dad who decides to take one more dad and daughter trip and this time as far as out of the country.  THIS is MY reality.  One that one in a million daughters get.  Dad, you may have your quirks about you like not being able to watch TV or handle con-tax commercials, but you have far exceeded your duty as a father.  I need you to know this because even though I still struggle with getting out of my role as the family brat, I think these things all the time in my head and just haven't felt adult enough to say them.