Did I say that I didn’t miss my daughter as much as my dad?

I did. Then it switched.

I spent two hours writing about my dad and then the rest of the day missing my girl so badly.

She took a new photo and I swear that she looks almost more grown up, more sophisticated, more worldly. Like this travel thing has given her a wonderful polished veneer.

It breaks my heart a little that I see it happening at a distance.

 

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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4 Responses to Did I say that I didn’t miss my daughter as much as my dad?

  1. Snowy says:

    Be proud. She’ll come back all the more mature for her experience. Our daughter had five years in the UK, and even brought a Scot souvenir back with her. They’re married now, living here and very happy. Our elder son also picked up a similar souvenir in Canada. They’ll settle in Oz in a couple more years. They live on the prairie and just don’t like snow for half the year.

  2. emziked says:

    I miss you too xx Skype tonight/ your morning if I have time before I go out xxxx

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