Thinking of Daddy

So this morning, I was reading this book that I borrowed from a friend - trying to figure out what to do with those 2 journal pages that I started.  I enjoyed the way the authors used personal pictures and texts. 

 

I was reminded of a photo that I have of me and my daddy that I keep in a heart shaped frame.  When I was little, he would come home from a hard day at work and Mother would mix him a drink, and give me a soda. I would take his shoes off, and we would sit and cuddle on the sofa while he read the newspaper.  Great memories!