I vividly remember my Dad taking me to the movies one weekend when I was a child. Just me and him. My mom and brothers were away at Boy Scout camp (I think?) and we had a whole weekend, just the two of us. I don't know why that weekend stands out so much to me. I even remember what I wore. And I remember how I felt. Special. Happy. Adored. Cherished. I've always felt so blessed to have my Dad. A real Dad. A Dad who I know loves me. A Dad who I know would give the shirt off his back to make me happy.
Olivia has one of those, too. I tried my best to stay in the background today as they shared a little bit of Father/Daughter time, making pizza.
Today, more than ever, I just want to freeze time.
Remember you can never hug the ones you love too much.