After yesterday's post, I thought I would focus on a happier moment with Daddy.
In most of my pictures with him, he always seemed to have his arm squeezed tightly around me with that huge smile (a smile that I definitely share similar characteristics).
He never seemed to want to let me go.
As a kid (wearing an awesome TMNT shirt, and please ignore the random girl in the photo!), I had known nothing else as was conveyed in my demeanor.
It was natural.
I wasn't the kind of kid who ran away from Daddy's affection, but came to expect it, to NEED it. If I didn't receive it, I wouldn't have known what to do. I just wish he was still holding me tightly in his embrace one more time because that kid still lives in me and longs for it.