A Post for My Dad

So I'm a little behind on Father's Day, but the sentiment is the same.

I never really realized how much of an impact my father has made on my life until recently. I'm his little girl, and I always will be. I'll always remember him calling me his angel and sitting on his knee- my favorite place in the world.

Our relationship is a little unspoken now that I'm an adult, but it still is just as important. I still treasure our time together, although now it's early in the morning drinking coffee in our backyard instead of camping at Palo Duro Canyon on a frigid weekend.

I don't say it enough, but my Dad has an extremely special place in my heart.

I pray I marry a man that is half the dad that he is to me.
He'll always be my number one man.

:)

My mind it kind of goes fast

The past two weeks have been a little rough for me.

For absolutely no particular reason. I have nothing big to worry about. But it never fails, every night I have a nightmare, bad dream, or series of bad dreams. I'm grinding my teeth and whimpering like a hurt puppy.

I don't even know what triggered this.

Maybe seeing my best friend get married to the most wonderful man flipped a switch in my head. I know I'm only 22. I know I'm being ridiculous. I'm just not where I thought I would be, now.

If you asked me 2 years ago where I'd be now, I would have said that I'd be engaged to Rob, graduated, and working at some lab to make money for my future with him.

I never guessed I'd be here.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing.
It's just not where I always imagined I'd be.

I like to plan, I like to know. So this whole not-knowing business drives me absolutely crazy.

I just need to look on the bright side. Now I can travel, go on adventures, explore the world. Maybe I'll end up opening a bakery like I've dreamed. Maybe I'll move to NYC.
Maybe.

We'll see where this year takes me.

Relapse.

Why must you infiltrate my @#$!^%* dreams again?













elaboration to come.