So, I was sitting on our front steps with my Dad the other day. We were eating some quiche that I made the night before. (Note: when you run out of milk... I don't recommend using water).
Val So Cal just fell off her chair. This is why I never post about food, friends. Anyways... on to the story:
So my Dad asks, "So you like bloggin' honey?"
"Yeah. I like it. I've always enjoyed writing, and want to get better at it. It's kept me writing quite regularly."
He nods.
"I like keeping a journal of life, and the boys' shenanigans, landmarks, fun, etc."
He nods.
"It's great for reflection and slowing down to, you know, appreciate what's really going on."
Another nod.
And then he adds, "and the people you've met..."
Dangit. He's right. I didn't even include that! The most precious part of it and I didn't even give it a mention. That would be an indication of the type of day I was having.
You know... it was one of those "ME" days. All you think about is yourself. Me. Me. I. I. me. me. I. me. I.
But you probably never have those days.
It was bla.
So my Dad continues...
"There's a girl named Holly that always comments."
"Oh,
Holly? Yeah... she's my girl. We go way back."
"And 'A Casa somethin'?"
"Oh!
A Casa da Va! Love my Vanessa!"
(How cute is it that my Dad knew some of your names!!!)
And as I sat there with my Dad on the front steps thinking about all of you, my day looked up. Way up. And, ironically, the sun came out.
So, I'm sure you've heard this saying a bazillion times. But it comes to mind: "It's not that we should think less of ourselves... but that we should think of ourselves less often." Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for making my day. Yes, you. All of you.
