Ok, maybe that's not really true. Pretty much all holidays make me miss my dad.
On Valentine's Day he always made an effort to get me a card, to give me a call, to somehow show me his love.
Not much more to say about that. I miss my daddy. I miss being someone's little girl.
I miss his words of love, support, affirmation, praise, encouragement to keep running down the path, to keep exploring, to keep doing better, to keep trusting my heart, to keep my hand in God's, to keep looking for the good in life and finding adventure.
I miss you Dad.
Love, Cindy
