Today I was driving home from work when I started to think about my dad. I've been thinking about him a lot lately; I really miss him. I was remembering when he used to take me out on daddy/daughter dates. He also used to take me hiking, fishing, and camping. He always tried so hard to let me know that he loved me.
It's cool that when I think about my dad those are the memories that come to mind. I don't think about the times I was in trouble. I don't remember all the fights we got in or any time he embarrassed me. I just remember him loving me and teaching me. Even when he didn't realize he was teaching me he was. I want him to know that.
*For those that aren't sure, my dad is not dead or anything. We just don't see much of each other anymore.
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- Luanne Hardy
- I'm just a girl who believes the best way to happiness is through exercise, eating right and finding a little spot of Awesome in each day.
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