It’s strange how life changes as you get older. Growing up, my little sister was Daddy’s girl and I chose to stay closer to Mom. Dad and little Sis went fishing and did other outdoorsy things while Mom and I preferred the comfort of air-conditioning.
Now, as an adult, if you met my dad and me, you’d probably assume I had always been Daddy’s girl. I live about 1,600 miles away from him, but we talk regularly – about all kinds of things. We argue about politics, talk about our ups and downs and chat about whatever is happening in our lives.
Our relationship was rocky at times (particularly through my late adolescence and early 20’s,) but it’s stronger than ever now. And I wouldn’t chose anyone else to take his place, ever. I love him, and I hope he knows just how much.