K Belle wrote a poem … a poem that was sent to a writing competition.
She advanced to the next level.
She took 1st place at the Superior level.
Of course, I’m beyond proud.
She has informed me that I tell her I’m proud of her way too much. I told her I will continue doing so despite her not wanting me to.
We have this on-going dispute of me showing pride in her and her acting like everything she does is not a big deal. It’s become comical.
The award-winning poem was to be written about someone she admired.
Of course, she chose her dad. 
Not her mom. Her dad.
It’s OK. Really.
Here is her sweet poem.
My Dad
His gentle, stern face soothes my soul
As he bids me farewell for the day.
He may have scolded me the night before
But the past has scurried away.
As he wraps me in his gently arms
And he says he loves me so,
We speak of past events
And how much I have grown.
As the night creeps in and the sun goes down
And my mind begins to tire,
I say, “Good-night” and think
Of how my daddy is who I admire.