When I was growing up, I was a daddy’s girl. My dad is an easy-going, laid-back kind of parent. I don’t think I could ever do anything which would disappoint him. Sometimes I wished he’d give me more of an opinion about something because he would always say that if it made me happy, it made him happy.
My dad always called me his baby girl or his princess. He made up elaborate nick names for me and my three brothers and my sister, which he would use whenever he got the chance. For example, he would use it over the phone whenever someone would call us. He would say something like, “You’re calling Princess Camie, Keeper of the Unicorns? Let me see if her majesty will talk to you.” That was usually amusing, but a little embarrassing if a boy called me. There might have been more between Princess Camie and Keeper of the Unicorns, but that’s all I remember. And then he would make up enchanting stories about kingdoms and magical creatures, and we became the knights and princesses. I loved his made up stories.
I miss my dad. I don’t hear from him very often because of the poor internet service there and the huge time difference. But I am glad he is happy with his wife and other family.
♥ Happy Veteran’s Day to my daddy and all veterans. Thank you all for your selfless service. ♥