Monday, January 08, 2007


I can't imagine ever feeling this comfortable again. When I was 4 or 5 and my dad would come home from work, I'd always ask him to take off his T-shirt so I could sleep with it. He smelled good.

When I was a little younger and would occasionally wet my bed, I'd always call Daddy, rather than Mama, in if the bed was wet, because he wouldn't get mad at me.

He also took me bowling and swimming. And when I was a little older, I'd stay up and watch movies with him.

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