Spencer and I have been dealing with some stressful things in our family for the past week. On Saturday or Sunday I called my daddy's cell phone, intending to just have my regular weekly conversation which usually starts with something like this:
Me: Hi, Daddy.
Dad: Hi, Luv. How are you?
Me: Good. How are you?
Dad: Good. Let me get your mother.
This time Dad was out and about, so I was just visiting with him. I asked for some advice on something we were/are working on. He was wonderful, encouraging, serious, and everything else good.
My dad has called me every day since then to check on us. Today I was able to give a good report, and my dad got emotional. He was, I suppose grateful.
Yeah. Me, too.
Book of Mormon: Table of Contents
4 days ago
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It's good to have dad's who love us. :]
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