Every child needs their daddy.

Sometimes a girl just needs her Daddy.

Like when she skins her knee on the sidewalk, and the only thing that will fix it is a bear hug.

She needs her Daddy.

When Mom says no. (And even if the answer won’t change.)

She needs her Daddy.

When she’s looking for a shoulder to cry on, because a boy just broke her heart.

She needs her Daddy.

When she could use some good advice and a dose of tough love.

She needs her Daddy.

When she wants someone to listen, without jumping to conclusions or making snap judgments.

She needs her Daddy.

When she wants to learn to throw a fastball, change the oil on her car, or spot a swindle from a mile away.

She needs her Daddy.

When she follows her passion to far-off places and exciting adventures, but misses a familiar voice over the phone.

She needs her Daddy.

When she wants someone to sit with her in silence and tell her it’s going to be OK by not saying anything at all.

She needs her Daddy.

When she needs someone who will proudly stand by her and always stand up for her.

She needs her Daddy.

When someone should tell it to her straight, but gently.

She needs her Daddy.

When she wants an honest opinion on the boy she thinks is the one.

She needs her Daddy.

When she walks down the aisle in a pretty white dress.

She needs her Daddy.

When she wants to see a grandpa’s beaming pride as he cuddles her babies to his chest.

She needs her Daddy.

When all she’s looking for is a sign—a smile, a call, a letter, a text, a sticky note—to let her know how much she’s loved.

She needs her Daddy.

The thing is, it doesn’t matter how old she gets or how much she grows . . .

Sometimes a girl just needs her Daddy.

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