I called my dad last week to whine that Sam was going on field exercises for a week and leaving me in the stupid hotel by myself. (I wouldn't mind so much if we were in San Diego, but I don't know a soul at Port Hueneme yet, so I was feeling sorry for myself.) Next thing I know, I am flying to Denver for the whole week!!! Funnest. I get to hang out with my dad, my beyond adorable grandparents, and my two best friends. Doesn't get any better than that. Ok, fine . . . maybe if my sisters were here. But I am not complaining.
Thanks, Dad! I love you.
8 months ago