Saturday mornings, sitting around our pajamas watching whatever could be on in the mornings, going to the Trans Am club and talking about cars, then off to lunch at Old Country Buffet. Looking at those huge hands as you tried to match up yours. He let you eat all the junk food while mom . got frustrated at the Saturday food habits. tickle fights, being tucked in bed, goofiness, laughs and giggles, and the best of all; being daddy's little girl.
Then those teenage years approach, over protection from the boyfriends, deep discussions about the future, and the better understanding of life and happiness. Homework help, comfort when upset. Your hugging being when you cried, the family stories passed down. Tight hugs of fear that his little girl is growing up. His prickly kisses on the cheeks from his mustache. Wanting to follow his career. teaching how to play guitar hero. Best friends.
Those are those moments of your life, were they will always be apart of you, those memories that will last forever.
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