#6

Hm.

Tonights picture was taken on a last minute whim. I have had very little sleep; but I am determined to keep up with this =p

As the husband and I drove to pick up our daughter from an aunt whom is generously assisting us in baby sitting whilst we work, a conversation of trust came up. It was very brief. I think my initial statement  took him by surprise. The more I think on it, I cant help but agree.

There are a rare few people I will trust completely and utterly, since these people have never given me cause to think otherwise of them.

Of which there are a certain three; tonight, we spoke of my Dad.

He gave me this gift. I forget the reason.  A simple thing, made of what seems like molded plastic. Maybe he made it and wanted to pass it on. Or found it in some chintzy assed yard sale. Whatever. But I keep it about, amused by its crafting,  wondering at how exactly it was made. A sentimental feeling towards a knick knack that will otherwise collect dust.

 I looked at tonight and realized  just how grateful I really am to have him still around. That despite all the seemingly silly choices he makes, he's still amazing. He's almost always been there; even if he shouldn't. He may not have the words, or be able to mend everything. But wow Dad. Thank you for everything.