I'm a big Daddy's little girl. I mean, I used to be little, but still am a Daddy's little girl that now I'm already big and develop a major soft spot for my Dad. Confused? Well, in short, I love my Dad and I'm not ashamed to show that. I bet every woman does. Who always backs you up when you and mom are having an argument? Who always tell you, you're pretty all the time, even that time when you think Doc Martens boots and tutu skirt are made to be worn together (and those hideous shoulder pads)?
Daddy is often clueless about their little girl, not really aware that she is over the "pony and princess" period, not quite sure when does his little baby in pink attire suddenly change into an eyeliner and mascara obsessed teenager (screaming loudly in the virtual presence of an adolescent idol? Who?). But that's why I love my Daddy so much. So clueless about me yet his love is always genuine, as if I'm forever his little pony-riding princess. (No, as much as I wanted, I didn't have a pony as a child, speaking of a pony, I have never actually seen one alive.)
If you're unsatisfied with this card, you can always make something. Here's some Father's day craft worth trying: