My dad told me once how he would always be my father and I would always be his daughter, no matter how old I was.
At 15, it sounded like such an ominous threat!
At 31, it sounds so heavenly to know that I will always be my dad's child.

I was talking to my little brother (who at 24, I should really stop calling little, but really at what age do younger siblings stop being the younger ones?) & I was telling I was a wee bit upset at how my mom makes fun of me for talking too much on the phone with her.
(My mom is like the boy - filled with distractive thoughts which will not let them focus on anything for more than 5 minutes - I refuse to acknowledge that I am boring)
And how I felt so bored at home, without the steadiness of going out to work.

A few international connections later, I get a call from my sweet old dad, who used his few snatched minutes of a layover in some foreign little city to give me a call.
I can't write down what he said for fear that I will start weeping at the thought that they are so far away, but he talked about how full of potential he knew I was, and how this period would be good for my creative side. And how I must not be down on myself for any reason.

It is amazing how I sometimes feel my parents don't know me at all and how at times, they just completely understand me!

I love you all!