For some reason today in the midst of a disgustingly terrible bout of food poisoning or the flu, I thought about a favorite memory.
I'm a straight up daddy's girl. Growing up, my dad would always bring home candies every Friday from the vending machines at work. Every time he'd come home from work, my mom made it a point to yell "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" and I'd come sprinting from wherever I was to greet him. Every single day. It never got old. One of the special things my dad did for me was give me one rose for every year I was turning on my birthday. 1 for one year, 15 for fifteen years, etc. It was awesome because it was something I always knew was coming and always really looked forward to. He said he was going to stop at 18, but he has sent them still over the years. I do believe there was one year he didn't, and I was crushed. I don't know why and I can't remember the story. Perhaps he ordered them but they didn't come? I don't know. Anyway, it's one of my most favorite childhood memories.