I loved my Daddy so much that i used to chew on his shoes.
Yes. I know it’s gross, but I was only a toddler. I wanted to be near him, I wanted to be like him, so I chewed on his shoes. Not his work boots, mind you, but the leather shoes he wore to church every Sunday. The shoes he preached in. I still remember how he’d sit on the edge of the bed to polish them on Saturday nights.
I’m a Daddy’s girl. I used to sit and watch him build things. I still love the smell of sawdust and sheetrock. He taught me how to think, and how to question absolutely everything. When i felt insecure, He reminded me that i’m beautiful and smart, and i should always KNOW that, even without him or anyone else saying so. My Dad listened to my stories…
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