I've been thinking a lot today. About dad. And life in general. Those of you who've been reading my blog for a while, knows that my parents divorced when I was five years old. So I spent most of my childhood years living with my mother, except for every other weekend that I stayed at my fathers house. But, my parents always celebrated the big holidays and all our birthdays together, as a family even after they divorced, so although not living together full time, I always knew dad loved me/us.
Over and out