Pay attention to this whisper, down within your soul

ABBA, Father, Papy, Daddy - you can call it my favorite word. It resonates with my favorite people. It's funny how the kids look to me as an 'alternative' father when in truth, I'm the main guy! You can brag about me for a bit! I'm listening.

Like no father, I keep running to you. Like a hopeless romantic, knocking at the door of your heart. As the all-knowing, factoring in what you need when you only think of your wants. Lighting shadows and climbing mountains, kicking down walls and tearing down lies just to reach you. Daughter, you're worth more than a thousand sons. Yes, even when it doesn't make sense - the depths of my love for you doesn't - the angels must wonder at it, your arch enemy is mad at it and here you are, sometimes oblivious of it.

The words that quantify the infinite, limitless, reckless, excessive love I have for you are yet to be invented. They never will be. But the glimpses available to you can last you forever. I cover the distance and hand you the medal. I ask you to come as you are because I can count on my love and the blood can wash anything. This love is inexhaustible and it's within your reach, .

Wait, see i go extra with this fatherhood thing. Like a soon-to-be father shopping baby wears, i did that and more. I didn't just let go of my bonafide-best to have you join the family, I placed my spirit within yours to bear witness that you're indeed my daughter. You have my name. You are in my will with access to my inheritance. You have my spirit. You have my promise and my presence. The fullness of me to the measure you desire!

The best deal I signed myself up for is this - Being Your Father. The best you can do with this is to come in proudly, bearing my name and letting loose in my presence. Laying down the cares and worries because you know I Am Up To The Task and thinking ×1000 ahead of you. You have a father who isn't limited, simultaneously responding to billions yet never missing or mixing up the details of one.

Nothing moves me , I'm in a class of my own. A father who's never bored of your company or weary of your needs or frustrated by your shortcomings or troubled by your past.

Love,

ABBA (Call me like a daughter!)