Me and My Daddy

Yesterday was Father's Day and the one thing I wanted more than anything else was a picture with my daddy. I got my wish. However, my best friend, LM didn't have the privilege. You see her father passed away last August. I didn't occur to me how difficult yesterday must have been for her until today. I guess I am a horrible best friend.

I know my uncle must have also had a hard time yesterday. You see his youngest daughter, my cousin, our "Glinda", lost her battle with breast cancer last August. She was only 37 (my age). I miss her more than words can express, but my pain is nothing compared to that of her parents.

I have to admit (and I have no problem saying it) I am a Daddy's girl. I always have been and I always will be. As I grow older, it scares me how much I am like him. I have adopted the same profession, his humor, the way he teases people, his sayings, even his inability to tell a joke!

I guess I could say I take my daddy for granted. I don't tell him how much I love him every day. I wasn't really raised in that manner. I hate to think of a time when he won't be in my life. It scares me with every ounce of my being.

I know that he knows I love him, just as my mother knows I love her, but I really should tell them, shouldn't I? How can anyone really know you love them, unless you tell them?

Just to let you and the world know, Daddy, I love you very much.

BTW - that's my mom's finger in the upper left corner...she wanted to be in the picture too!

Summer...a time for CHANGE!

As a fairly conservative and self-conscience person, it seems amazing (even to me) that I would do something like this, but I guess with the coming of vacation and freedom I have let myself go a little crazy. Well, for me maybe a lot crazy...it will grow out...but for now it is fun.

You see, it all started when I wanted to get my haircut for the summer. You know, short, easy to manage after swimming, no curling iron, little styling, etc. I didn't quite expect what I got, in fact, I HATED it! It took MSC to convince me that it would be fun to add some FUSCHIA highlights to my hair. Yes, I said fuschia (as in PINK). He bought the stuff and then when it came time to put the color in, he just couldn't do it. So, he called my best friend, LM, who came over and made it look fantastic! She did such a great job, I just had to share.

She even got CB into it, with the hair glue...NOT the pink highlights!! I think his hair looks even better than mine. It makes him smile, and in my mind, that is what it is all about. Joy!