I woke up from the sweetest text message from my aunt with this photo of my dad and their youngest sister today. It was a perfect way to begin his birthday.
It's interesting how his birthdays affect me. Sometimes I feel an overwhelming sadness, but today I was just happy for the memories I do have.
So happy birthday in heaven daddy. Thank you for teaching my how to dance, while I stood on your feet. Thank you for introducing me to Fleetwood Mac and NASCAR (even though I still don't see how it's a sport). Thanks for loving me and being proud of me. Thank you for teaching me about God. Thank you for being in my life, even for the short amount of time that you were.