… you’re trying to be all cool with your friends at your party, then the doorbell rings and your dad is standing there, who you don’t get to see very often because he lives in Chicago and you’re in St. Paul, who you last saw at your grandmother’s funeral, who hasn’t been able to see your first house yet because he had surgery…

… that moment when you’re trying to be all cool and you end up screaming like it’s Publisher’s Clearing House at the door and you cling to your daddy like the 5-year-old little girl that your 29 year old self really is.

I love you, daddy  <3  I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you  :) 

Though seriously why you gotta do that to a girl when she’s in the middle of a party, standing there like, “Yo,” like it’s not a big deal… jerk!