The picture is of a sweatshirt my Father had made for me back when I was 18 years old, and one in which he gave to me at Chirstmas. It hangs in my closet as a reminder of the love my Father had for me, and I for him. I don't wear it, and have only a couple of times in the past. I will never get rid of it as having it there whenever I need to look at it, is like having my Father's love within an arms reach. I always felt safe when he was near.
"Daddy's Little Eva"
"Daddy's Little Princess"
I miss his laugh. I miss his rather blunt ways. I miss his stubborness. I miss his sarcasm. I miss the debates we would have. I miss being his partner in a game of Spades or Euchre, or skunking him in a game of cribbage. I miss seeing the looks on friends faces when I would introduce them to my father, and watch their eyes move towards the skies as they took in his massive frame (it was always a good laugh!) I miss his physical presence. I miss saying "Hello Daddy" and I really miss saying "I love you" as I would kiss him on the cheek goodbye.
Thank you Daddy!