Father's Day: My Papi

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To my Papi,
I’ve tried this before. And failed. I’ve tried to tell you how much you mean to me. How much of a better person you’ve made me. And it never works. There are no words for it.
I’ll try again.
For as long as I can remember, everyone around me has adored you. To this day I can’t mention your name without hearing, “You’re Lance’s daughter? I love Lance.” (This often also includes, “Lance can’t be old enough to have a daughter your age.) That is usually followed by a heartwarming or hilarious story. Sometimes the story includes both. They always mention how special you make them feel. How loved. How important. No matter how you know them, associate with them, or your history with them, you make them feel like they are irreplaceable. You make an impact on every person you come in contact with.
I am no different.
I hope the impact you’ve had on me is noticeable. I hope people see you through me. I can think of no greater hero.  A lot of my good traits come from you. Every time I open my scriptures I think, “I’m one more step to becoming like my dad.” Every time I embarrass my husband when I try to make friends with a waitress, or find someone we both know, I think, “My dad would love that I just did that.”
And now, as I start my journey into parenthood, I appreciate you so much more. I can’t believe you put up with me! 


The only thing better than having you as a dad, is knowing Abby gets to call you her Grandpa. What a lucky girl. 


As am I.

I hope your have the best day. 

We love you. 



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