mon pére…





Like many little girls, I looked up to my father with a sparkle in my eye…he was my hero. When he spent time with me, time stopped for a while and it was just him and I.  He called me his "little one", and I loved it. When he told me he was proud of me, I melted. When I needed help or advice, he was always there. On Father's Day, I celebrate the fact that I feel the same as I did then, and always will…I love you Dad.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *