The bond between a father and a daughter is a beautiful, special thing. And I'm so blessed to be able to call this great man my Dad.
He's the one who took me to Europe when I was eleven years old and said "I wanted the first man to take you to Paris to be someone who would love you always and no matter what."
He's the one who didn't bat an eye when I told my parents I was moving to Italy and said, "you dream the dream and we'll help you get there."
He's the one who I could turn to when I missed someone so much it hurt, put me on a plane the next day and said, "you need to see him in person to figure this out."
He's the one who started the tradition of our father/daughter dates when I was a little girl and said, "I want you to see the respect with which a man should treat you."
He's the one who let me dream as big as I desired, travel as far as I wanted, soar as high as I dared, and said, "the world is your oyster. You can be anything you want to be."
Happy Father's day, Dad. I love you!
