Walk While Reading

A Thought.

A thought. Hundreds, if not thousands come to you throughout the day. For the most part they come and they go. But some, and it may only be one, in a days time, demand further reflection.

The thought: This blog, I write and create, will provide my girls a better understanding of the person I am. They will know things about their father, they may not have ever known.

This is the thought I paused on. I never imaged my seventeen year old daughters, going through Daddy’s blog. I got to thinking about how wonderful, and heartbreaking at the same time, it may be for them. I don’t talk about my Father, on here very often, if ever. Like millions the two of us have our flaws, that we’ve never seemed to get passed. But what if I had this porthole into who he is. I’m sure that things would be different.

Everything is on here for display for my girls. This is who I am and what I do. What I love what I hate. What causes me joy, what hurts.

Hello Ayla and Evie. This is my life.