5 Years

My dad had been gone 5 years today. There is not a day that goes by that I don't want to pick up the phone and tell him something funny that happened that day. That I don't want to share my life, and then it hits me that I can, and I am. Everyday. I miss him, but I see him in everything, in a beautiful sunset, in his artwork that hangs in my office, in my toes (we have the same toes). 

No matter how big & brave I might appear- a little girl never gets over losing her daddy ❤