Today is my dad's birthday. I miss my dad so much and wish we lived closer. For walks. Coffee. That occasional sneaked cinnamon stick. To hold his hand.
In the craziness of work and events and kids and everything, today slid past with just a quick chat, an "I love you", kid phone calls and a prayer for the year ahead. It feels like this day was not celebrated and feted like it should have been.
So here's to you, Dad:
The man who first taught me to be loved, so that one day I could be a wife.
The man who was kind and fair.
Who listened to my stories and encouraged my dreams.
Who let me explore the world (and prayed very hard while I did it).
Who loves my mom through her toughest times.
Love you.
Happy birthday. x
