On our 30-minute commute home, Charlotte and I typically sing songs together in an effort to keep her happy and awake. Sometimes I bribe her with graham crackers, sometimes she passes out and I have a minute of quiet reflection to myself. Tonight, I decided I needed to listen to Ryan Long on my Spotify via Bluetooth. Mmmmmkay, hormonal mama, why would you do that to yourself?
I was doing well until I got the song "My Daughter's Dance" which was played at my sweet 16 party to which I danced with my dad. Those memories came flooding over me and for a hot second, I was 16 again. Thank GOD that was just a second! I was overcome with gratitude that my dad didn't kill me as a teenager/young adult because I said and did a lot of stupid crap.
So today, Day 3 of the #30daysofthanks exercise, I am giving my greatest thanks for my dad. The kind of dad who was willing to help me with homework, would play outside with my brother and me growing up, and who continues to be a presence in my life as I raise my own daughter. I am so thankful that Charlotte has a special relationship with my dad, her Papa. We are lucky girls.
(Seriously though guys, I'm not like a big 'church music' kinda gal, but I met this guy in like 1999 at a YoungLife church camp and this music has just become a part of my story. It's no Five Finger Death Punch, but it is still a part of my life soundtrack.)
xoxo
Mama Porch
I was doing well until I got the song "My Daughter's Dance" which was played at my sweet 16 party to which I danced with my dad. Those memories came flooding over me and for a hot second, I was 16 again. Thank GOD that was just a second! I was overcome with gratitude that my dad didn't kill me as a teenager/young adult because I said and did a lot of stupid crap.
So today, Day 3 of the #30daysofthanks exercise, I am giving my greatest thanks for my dad. The kind of dad who was willing to help me with homework, would play outside with my brother and me growing up, and who continues to be a presence in my life as I raise my own daughter. I am so thankful that Charlotte has a special relationship with my dad, her Papa. We are lucky girls.
(Seriously though guys, I'm not like a big 'church music' kinda gal, but I met this guy in like 1999 at a YoungLife church camp and this music has just become a part of my story. It's no Five Finger Death Punch, but it is still a part of my life soundtrack.)
xoxo
Mama Porch
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