The Tuesday that is a Monday

Well, today was a pretty good day. Life has been very full lately. I love my family, I've grown a new family of 6 girls on my floor (we're going to live in Stadium Terrace next year), I've learned how to drive a stick shift, I'm losing weight, and I got an 85% on a math test (highest college math score yet), and I have a job lined up for this summer. How exciting. Oh, and I got my hair cut and right now, I'm dying it. So, yeah. :) how fun.

It's my Daddy's birthday. You know, a girl needs a daddy, whether she knows it or not. It's only been recently that I have realized that little fact. It's only been recently that I've realized why I've always been afraid to try to create a real relationship with the man who sent money every month. It's because I was afraid that if I delved too deep, if I tried to find love from my father, that I wouldn't find it. That my daddy didn't really love me. Of course, I didn't know it at the time, because if I did, I would have dismissed the thought as stupid and utterly impossible. I only know it now because I now realize that he really does love me, that I can still be daddy's little girl in a way. I don't worry about spending eternity near him. Happy Birthday, Daddy.