I'm not a very good daughter. I love Daddy but don't go see him nearly enough. I have no idea what to do with him. The older I get, the more like him I become, which is sometimes amusing and sometimes alarming. He's compassionate and a roughneck. So am I. He's outspoken. So am I. We just kind of sit around and act awkward together. There's nothing I can get him that he doesn't already have or that he actually wants. Our schedules almost never jive and that makes even getting together a feat in and of itself. Friday and Saturday he'll stay out in the field until bedtime. Maybe I can catch him Sunday. I think he knows I love him in my own weird way. He feels weird about me too, I'm sure.
Those of you who can, go hug your daddies. If it feels weird, do it anyway.
Love ya,
God Bless!
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