My Valentine

Fifteen years ago on Valentine's Day, I was sitting in my sixth grade computer class at school when someone walked in with a bouquet of flowers and said, "Sara, these came for you." My face turned bright red as everyone in my class began to ask, "OOOHHH, who are they from?" I slowly opened the card, and to my total surprise, and complete humiliation, found these words "I love you, Dad." In sixth grade a girl is much too cool to receive flowers from her dad. But my dad could see the bigger picture...how important it is for a girl to know that her father treasures her, that she is someone's Valentine. As the years went by, I became accustomed to receiving a "surprise" delivery on Valentine's Day, and now it is probably my most anticipated surprise on February 14. No matter where I've been, somehow flowers or chocolates have been delivered to me with a card that says, "love, dad." So this past Saturday there was a knock on my door, and here is what I got...

And I didn't feel a bit of embarrassment. Instead, I felt so thankful for a father who loves me, who pursues me and fights well for me, for one who makes me feel special, beautiful and loved.

Dad, you are my second favorite Dad, and I love you!