Happy father's day, daddy ❤️

It's Father's Day today, and I'm deep in my feelings.

I've been thinking about my dad a little more lately, and the truth is, I miss him. Oh, I really miss him.

It's been two decades since he left us, and life has never quite been the same.

Today is a Sunday, and I can't help but imagine what he would be doing if he were still here. He'd probably be in the kitchen already, cooking for the family. Saturdays and Sundays were his thing. He loved taking care of us.

He wasn't always around because of work, but whenever he came home on Fridays, he stepped right into action. Laundry? Done. School uniforms? Washed and ironed. House chores? He practically forbade my mum from touching them when he was around.

And my goodness, that man could cook.

His favourite meals to make were coconut rice and Banga soup. To this day, whenever I smell either of them, a part of me is transported back home.

But beyond the food, he gave us so much more.

He read the Bible with us and made us memorize selected verses. He taught us generosity without ever calling it a lesson. He taught us hospitality simply by living it.

Looking back now, I realize that so many things people know me for came from him.

The reason I find it difficult not to buy gifts for people? That's my dad.

The reason you can't visit my house without being offered food? That's my dad.

The reason I don't like showing up at someone's house empty-handed? That's my dad too.

He was an incredible host.

Every December, he would gather his colleagues and friends for an end-of-year party at our house. Our home was always full of laughter, food, music, and people. December felt magical back then because we were always hosting someone.

Things changed after he died.

He passed away just a week before my birthday, during the festive season. Since then, Christmas and New Year have never quite felt the same. The celebrations became quieter. The house became different.

And so did we.

His absence left wounds that time has not completely healed. It changed many things, and perhaps one day I'll write about that. But not today.

Today, I simply want to celebrate him.

I want to celebrate the incredible father he was.

I want to celebrate his kindness, his generosity, his joy, his faith, and the way he loved my mum.

When I think about their marriage, I smile. It was peaceful. It was loving. It was God-centred. It was the kind of marriage that makes a child grow up believing that love can be safe and beautiful.

Maybe that's part of why my first and only relationship didn't work out.

You raised the bar too high, Daddy.

I watched how you loved Mum, and somewhere along the line, I decided that if I ever chose love, I wanted something that looked like that. Not perfection, but partnership. Not grand gestures alone, but consistency, kindness, and genuine care.

So yes, your baby girl is still single.

And honestly, I blame you a little.

Thank you for loving us the way you did.

Thank you for teaching us how to give.

Thank you for teaching us how to welcome people into our lives and our homes.

Thank you for showing us what faith looks like in everyday life.

Thank you for being a father worth remembering.

Happy Father's Day, Daddy.

I love you.

Keep resting in peace,Moonbeam❤️

Oh, we look so much alike☺️