Now, my dad and I have definitely had our rough spots in life. There was the beginning of my depression when Iwas 16 and took a bunch of pills. Then there was the time that I basically dropped out of high school because I had an anxiety WEEK an he told me I was messing up my life, except in more colorful language. Granted, my dad isn't perfect, but he had good reasoning to be so upset with me. I made some MAJOR mistakes in my teenage years and I admit it. I hurt alot of people around me and I deserved to be chastised i guess you could say. My dad seemed too harsh at the time but now I realize it as because he was scared. Scared I wouldn't come back from my mistakes and scared I would blame him for it.
All these things are still a touchy subject for my dad and me, but I know he's proud of me now. I know it because I'll never forget what he said with tears in his eyes right before this picture was taken. He told me he had never been more proud of me because I had made all the right choices he knew I could. He said I was an example to people around me and he loved me and he would never stop loving me.
I guess I'm feeling a bit of a daddy's girl today and i just wanted to share those feelings. :)