a man who gave me everything.
a man who gives me everything.
three letters. d a d.
he has a full head of chocolate brown hair that's always parted on the right side.
he has a belly that is a perfect pillow for my head.
he has blue eyes that are kind.
he has feet that love to be tickled.
he has a voice that just makes you feel better.
he has a crooked smile that makes any one's day better.
he has had the same pair of light blue jeans my whole life.
and I hope he never gets rid of those jeans because all the frays and all the stains and the faded color represents the man he is.
the frays at the bottom are from all the steps he walked. the steps he has taken to help others and the steps he's taken to help me.
the stains are from working so hard to provide and one of the stains is probably something I spilled on him. but he didn't mind.
he never minds.
no matter how many mistakes I've made. and I've made a lot.
he never gets to mad and he always forgives me.
the faded color is from the life he has lived.
the faded color is from getting up at 7 am to go to work every single day.
the faded color is from all the money he's spent.
the money spent on family vacations and new toys.
the money spent on the ticket I got.
the money spent for the tail light I shattered.
the money spent for the gas in my car.
the money spent for the roof over my head.
the money spent so I can have a great life.
the faded color on his pair of light blue jeans is from everything he has done. all the jobs he's worked. all the people he's helped and all the people he continues to help everyday.
when I think of my dad I don't think of him wearing a brand new pair of jeans.
although he could afford a brand new pair of jeans he still wears the ones he's had my whole life
the one's with the frays from the steps he's walked
the one's with the stains from working so hard
the one's that are faded.
when I think of my dad I think of his hair that's always parted on the right side and I think of his kind blue eyes and I picture his crooked smile
and I think of him wearing his old light blue jeans because he likes old things
he likes simple things
and that's what I love most about him.
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