My favorite memory with Daddy happened a little before Christmas last year. It was cold outside and overcast. Me, Rosie and Daddy were in the garage installing a gas meter. (At least, I think that is what it was.) The TV was on so Rosie was slightly distracted. I was leaning over the tractor with Daddy trying to figure out what was blocking the meter's way. It was the closest to Daddy I had felt in a long time.
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Bittersweet really... I hope she feels much more closeness in the years to come.
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