Fathers

I called my dad on Father's Day. He didn't answer. I left a message. I don't expect a call back, but I am glad I tried.

When I was 6, we were closer.

I am happy to celebrate Father's Day these days with my own Baby Daddy.

 

Some of my favorite feelings in the world are when I get a text at work saying that he is walking her to the library, or taking her to the book store or the park. I get the sweetest images in my mind of big tall J with a proud, beaming smile, holding his little girl's hand or carrying her across the street to keep her safe.

This is how it should be. I hope they are pals forever, even when she's grown and has her own life away from us. It means a lot to a girl, more than she may ever know.