This picture was taken last Christmas (2010). My dad raided my grandfather's gun cabinet and we went outside and pretended to be hard core. Yes, my daddy let us play with guns, ha.
Sometimes a girl just misses her daddy. Today, there's nothing more I would love than one of his hugs where he squeezes me tight, lifts me off the ground, and I breathe in his familiar scent: a mixture of fresh air, rubber (he works at a tire plant), and Listerine. Could someone transport me to Tupelo, please?
SDG
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