Brandon and I have been married for exactly seven months, and that means it has been exactly six months since we've seen our parents. Brandon and I are very happy living here in Florida, but we miss our families a lot. We are both blessed to have parents with whom we have close and meaningful relationships, but it makes being 1600 miles away from them difficult.
We just wish that we could go to the birthday parties and the holidays and the special events or out to dinner on a whim or over for the evening just to talk. We also with they could be here more often to share in some of the things that we do.
Well, today is our lucky day because my dad is arriving here from Chicago any minute now. And my dad just happens to be my second-favorite guy. He and Brandon have always gotten along really well too. And this is fortunate, considering he will be staying with us for the next few days as he attends a conference in Delray Beach. The other three parents are not tagging along, but we're thrilled to just get one of them!
I'm so excited to see him, I can hardly sit still. Six months seems like a long time to go without seeing one's parents, and although the time has gone pretty fast, I really have missed them. Obviously, I love being married to and living with Brandon. We love our life together, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. But there is no relationship like that between a daddy and a daughter. And there is no time like now to celebrate that.
Did I just hear the doorbell?
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