Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. At the Norman house, that means cards and candy and lots of love being shared. One of the things that I learned about my wife is that she’s not so much a fan of roses, but loves tulips!
So on Valentine’s Day, I made sure that she received red tulips from her wonderful husband. And next to her tulips and her three cards (two from me, one from the kids), stood a single rose with some candy for my daughter, Allyson.
You see, as her daddy, I believe it’s my responsibility (and privilege) to capture my daughter’s heart as well. No boy will be the first to make her feel beautiful. No boy will be the first to capture her heart with soft words or flowers and cards. No boy will be the first to make her feel loved. My role as her father is to set the bar so high that, as a teen or adult, she refuses to ever settle for a boy. And so, as I kissed her on the head, I just let her know…
You’ll always get a rose.
I see it as my responsibility to display love to my little girl. Ever since she was a baby, I’ve made a very intentional effort to ensure that she knows how loved and beautiful she is, and how proud I was to be her daddy.
And when pull her aside later today (like I do every day) and tell her that I have a secret, and she leans in while I whisper, “Your daddy loves you,” she’ll look at my and grin. And she’ll respond, “That’s not a secret daddy. You tell me that all the time.”
At least I can say that I’m doing something right…