Always Daddy’s Little Girl?

My dad walked me to my bus stop this morning. Let me repeat this. My dad… walked ME to my bus stop this morning! He and his girlfriend are in town for a few days before the holidays. I know he’s been wanting to check up on me and see how I’m really doing. It’s a dad (parent) thing to want to see what your child does every day and make sure they’re safe.

But I’m 37 years old (yea yea all you youngins out there, I could probably be your mom). I was ready to walk out the door this morning to catch my bus into work and my dad wanted to walk with me. On the short walk we talked about how I’ve changed my diet (not ON a diet, just changed the way I eat), about how I didn’t have to walk far to catch the bus and about my treatment later that day. Then the bus came around the corner, and he said “wow, I guess the buses are really on time around here.” To which I responded “errr, I have an app on my phone that tells me when the bus is going to come.” *Stunned look on dad’s face* Hehe, to which I giggled, said goodbye and hopped on the bus.

I felt like I was 8 years old again, being walked to school (I lived 3 blocks away so I didn’t take the bus back then). When I was little he would make my lunch for me every day too and he’d always leave me a sweet note on the napkin. I’ve always wished that I had saved some of those notes from my “daddy.”

Today was #chemohour (as I hashtagged earlier and appalled Joanna hehe) and having dad around made me feel like a happy kid again. :)

#love #hugs #daddiesrule #heart

A new father-daughter tradition being born :)