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why every daughter needs her father

(yes i know the picture is really blurry, but i wanted this post to include one of my dad's and my favorite pictures of us so i had to take a picture of a picture...haha lame i know, but it will have to do)....

that was the title of a book that caught my eye as i walked by it at target the other day. i read it as it was just an easy read of 100 reasons why a daughter needs her father. it was the cutest book i have ever seen. i debated buying it, which i may go back and do just so i have it as a reference, but i loved every reason. i think every daughter does need her father. i am coming to terms with the fact that what i have been through has tested my strength and what it means to be happy and whole, strong and confident. i am learning the true meaning of what it is to be a grown-up, and will the loss of my father i feel that i am a work in progress...and i think i am trudging this path the best i can. i think dad is proud. i think i make him laugh everyday...i think i am growing into a woman that he would be honored to father. i know we think of each other every day. he sparkles in my life every day...i live to honor him every day. i want him back. but most importantly, until i see him again, i want him to know he is with me as i learn to find my own way in the crazy crazy world. thanks dad! i love you.

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DwightLA said…
aw. i love that picture. and yes, he would be way proud.

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