I was thinking about this the other day, how I wouldn't necessarily call myself a Daddy's girl. But then I thought about how always went in the ocean with me, how he showed up at every single one of my softball games, how he comforted me after my first and only fender bender (day 1 of my senior year of high school), how he assured me I had no need to worry about my future, and how when a random lady was lecturing me on why I should marry rich, he said, "Money helps, but it's not everything. Just make sure your marry the right man." I love him for all of that and more. Although I may not quite be a "Daddy's girl," I'm most definitely a lucky daughter to have him. This is how we celebrated Father's Day: