Sunday, February 11, 2001

Dad and I went to the Father/Daughter dance tonight. We had a wonderful time. I cried off and on. For all those years that Dad did his best, and yet I still fought, I am sorry. For all those years that he must have cried inside, watching me make horrid mistakes, I love you. For all those years that we couldn't say I love you, forgive me. Daddy, thank you for going to that dance with me. I may be 30 and you 70, but deep inside I felt 8 all over again. Thank you for loving me.




this is me and my father.  :-)

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