This weekend has been a doozy. I am not one to share my worries and concerns in public. In fact, I am a very private individual and would rather just share it with my husband and call it a day.
That changed a bit this weekend and I’m not quite sure why I am blogging about it. I went and saw my dad. He cried. I stared. I told him I loved him and that Monday would bring answers.
Tonight, I’m baring my soul.
Hands down, I can still confess that I am and always will be a daddy’s girl. He taught me that love sees no colors, that you shouldn’t make your life into an open book to be judged, and that you can accomplish anything you set you mind to. He has a certain aura that sets him apart from any of the men that I have encountered within my life and I am so fortunate that my husband instantly was accepted by him.
I cancelled plans. I escaped to a special sanctuary to get my mind off things. Then I enjoyed some quality time with my parentals. Why?
Hope is what I have. Hope that tomorrow will bring good news from his doctor that its a minor issue that will easily be taken care of.
If you can spare a good thought or two for my daddy-o. He’s amazing and I need him.