What My Daddy Did!
I remember listening for the jingle of my father's keys in the door. I would run and fling myself into his arms the moment he crossed the threshold. I was a daddy's girl... for the first five years of my life. Something really shifted by the time I was about 8 years old. I didn't know what, but I knew our relationship was different. What memories do you have of your father? How does your relationship with him impact the way you love and accept love today?