Daddy.

A dad is a girls hero it's been said.
The only man she looks up to when it comes to...well...men.
I always dreamed of marrying a man just like my dad.
Raising any sons I should have just like my dad.
Surrounding my life with a family that my dad and mom gave me.


As a little girl, I loved the idea of being bound to my family forever.
When we had financial issues, at times that lead us to a few nights camping out in our old Volkswagen.
My other siblings were afraid. My mom would cry. My dad made light of it, easing the tense moments that arose from time to time with sarcastic jokes. Jokes that put a smile on mom's face, which in-turn put smiles on all our five faces.
Although I could see the fear in my eldest sisters eyes, secretly, I was excited.


She was my favourite person when I was a kid. I looked up to her like a field of flowers look up to the sky.
I never told her of my secret obsession I had with her, in fear she may look down on me like the insecure, ugly girl I felt I was at those time.
It was normal however.
I would watch her styles change and try to match them in my own slight ways.
Anytime she'd be done with something, I don't think a girl was ever happier to get a hand me down than I was to receive hers.
Later that admiration would shift between my second eldest sister.
As she grew and matured, I would also want to follow suit from her perspectives in beauty.


So, back to my dad. Steve Sampson.
I remember when he'd volunteer at our elementary school to play the drums for our school plays. He'd spice up the music with his added beats and additional drum rhythms.
Let's just say I was a proud daughter...
...and still am.


He was attentive, in every way a dad could be.
Strict, with always my best interest at heart.
When the school systems basically told me I'd need a miracle to make it In to a "normal" high-school.
My dad produced somewhat of a miracle by dedicating hours upon hours of his time and attention to helping me push my grades up to the required level.
I was accepted into a "normal" high-school at the end of that school year.


Memories of him flood my mind.
All good.
All worth holding dear...






As a young girl.
I had a daddy I was proud of.
My Sneezy, he was.
A man of pure love.


He introduced me to my best friend, at the tender age of three.
This best friend I learned was my true father.
A man although living now, years ago died for me.


Through him I met Yeshua.
From that day I was free.
I took up my cross.
Beginning my voyage of discovery.


Life handed us rough times.
They only made us stronger.
Our faith was tested daily.
Learning how to endure longer.


My Daddy you are.
My Daddy you'll always be.
The most tender soul I know.
The most gentle smile I see.