I couldn't do any better with Father's Day sentiments than this great blogger "Strong Dad "
"I can’t recall anyone ever telling me that I was beautiful, but today someone did. From the lips of my five-year-old daughter: “Daddy, you’re so beautiful.”
I thanked her and said, “When you’re talking about a man, you should use the word handsome instead of beautiful.” To which she replied: “You have a beautiful face.”
In my daughter’s eyes, I’m beautiful. I can accept that with my masculinity intact because I’m fairly certain that whatever she finds beautiful in me has little to do with how we typically think of physical beauty. I could look like Quasimodo and she’d probably still call me beautiful. No, what she considers as beauty in her Daddy must be something more.
Beautiful to her is a Daddy’s eyes that light up when she walks into the room, lips that read stories to her and give her goodnight kisses, and ears that listen to what she has to say.
She recognizes the beauty of hands that serve her, arms that hold her, and a Daddy’s shoulder to cry on.
She knows the beauty of a lap that beckons her to come sit, knees that bow by her bed every night to pray for her, and feet that lead the way for her.
Without a doubt, these must be the things that make Daddy beautiful in her eyes.
About the time I got all this worked out in my mind she said to me, “Daddy, you’re so cute!” OK, maybe those other things and cute too.
All of this is the stuff that makes fatherhood a truly beautiful thing.