It doesn't matter how much time I have to get ready, in the end I am always racing around like a mad woman hopping around with one shoe on, making my bed and brushing my teeth at the same time, all the while trying to put my shirt on. This scenario was going on when my door bell rang. I wasn't ready for him to be here. Hair in a pony tail, jammies on I took a deep breath and answered the door. Deep down I knew he wouldn't care though if everything wasn't just 'so' or I didn't look perfect, because he has loved me through years of mismatched socks, braces, and many many many adventures. After being in SoCal for four years, my dad drove his motorcycle all the way from Texas to see me. Let me tell you it was well worth the wait.
I can honestly say that I would be so blessed to marry a man like my dad. He loves God, loves people, and lives such a beautiful and meaningful story. For nearly 6 days we spent all day and night together trapsing all over LA to San Diego: hiking, drinking coffee, eating long dinners with friends, going to the beach, driving down the PCH on his motorcycle. It seemed like we blinked our eyes and his trip was over. He headed north to San Francisco to volunteer at some homeless shelters in San Francisco.
I'm so proud of him, and am so proud to walk down the street with him, introduce him to my friends, and have him in my world.
Daddy, I cannot wait until the next time you visit me. You are a blessing to everyone who comes across your path! I love you so much!