Dad – Thanks for spoiling me

I have always been “daddy’s girl” 🙂

The picture above captures the essence of my dad’s love for me so beautifully.  So many layers and emotions for me in one single frame :

Dad giving me wings to fly while providing a security net in case I fall ;
Teaching me to hold my head high whatever the situation is (even before I learnt to stand/walk);
Urging me to push my limits and conquer my fears
Giving me springboard in life
Watching me closely for any discomfort so that he can hold me back in his arms
His pride in my silly confidence showing in his smile
And least of all – always to well dressed 🙂

Since as far I remember – among the five siblings – I was his favorite. He would openly spoil and pamper me. He would tell everyone that i was his pacemaker. I have no idea what made him to pick up me as his favorite, but I am so glad he did so. I mean I couldn’t have tolerated had he been so partial to any of my siblings and really wonder how my brothers and sisters took it. Well, I know — they hated me. But I really loved each moment of his pampering and partiality.

It was open secret in our home – anytime anyone wanted anything from dad, I was the one they would bribe and then I would convince dad. everyone was afraid that the way he spoilt me I would turn out to be total brat, But I guess I turned out just fine.
He was so over protective about me. Had my father had his way – he would have wrapped me in bubble wrap and kept in some safe place.
What I am today is what my parents have taught me – but I guess I have picked most of my dad’s qualities (though I would have given anything to be generous, loving, unselfish like my mom). He made me feel so special — every moment of my growing up years – and I guess I carry that feeling even now.

Thanks Dad for picking me up for spoiling.