Our story begins with you long before my arrival. I was not there, and you have really been waiting for me. Probably waited so as not expect anything else, and never in a lifetime. And you have loved me with all your heart, putting his ear to the my mothers belly. I know that when I first shouted something in this world - you cried from happiness. My mother told me that you were standing under the windows of the house and kind of shouted something choking her feelings overwhelm you. You waved flowers that can not be passed in the House and sang songs that she did not hear, because the window did not open. And you, knowing this, he continued to shout and sing. Since childhood, I remember your hands, hold me over the crib. Or how you threw me, screaming with fear and delight, to the heavens. And I always knew youd catch me. That you were the patient and considerate of all my teachers, that you learn to love and learn the world. You always knew how to take care of me. Well, I knew ?! tried) You know, sometimes I missed you and your words. I know that you work hard, but I know that you do it for us. Do you remember the very first - the first of September with huge bows and gladioli? On the line you were very proud and funny, as if it you go to the first class, and Im not. Remember, our quarrel in high school? Under your eyes want to sink into the ground, but on my mournful Do not tell my mother, you sigh .. and covered me. Youre always happy about my success and doing everything that I was proud of you. And Im proud of you, because you know how to make my mother happy. You taught me to respect not only their lives but also the lives of others. Your lessons will forever remain in my memory. Although, sometimes you drive a car myself so that I want to grab the belt and fasten ... you. You respect my choice. Even when I thought that all the best men have already taken our mothers, I met the one that reminds me of my father. He - certainly not for you, but looking at it, I often think of you. I remember your first gray hair at the temples and very young eyes. I remember everything, I still remember that Daddy ... My father. My dad. He realizes he will always support, no matter what happens. He - force. He - a support. Just because he is a father, he is my guardian angel. He is my fortress. Each person needs a dad. Dad, not a word. And you know, if I am asked: Whose dad is the best in the world?, I reply - my. Maybe its not quite true, but I am a patriot my dad!
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 21:55:37 +0000