|Super blurry picture but that’s my dad and me. And yes that super edgy haircut I’m sporting is thanks to my parents.|
Anyone who’s super close to me knows that I’m obsessed with my dad (and now you know that too). He’s not physically here anymore but lives with me in spirit like a boss. It’s been 8 years and just that fact amazes me every time. I was crazy about him (still am) and love that he somehow manages to sneak into at least one thing I’m doing or thinking or seeing every single day and reminds me of him. Nicely played, dad.
Every single day. With a giant ass smile, every single time (I’d never be able to be cheerful for my potential kids at 7 am, that too every morning, just giving birth would be enough). The days I’d repeat the line with him, he’d be over the moon.