This Isn’t The Flip Side

Remember how I said I’d see you on the flip side? Well this isn’t it.

What this happens to be is June 16^th. If you currently live stateside (or apparently, in 73 other countries around the world—who knew?), you might know that the 16^th, as the third Sunday in June, is Father’s Day.

Dad, if you haven’t figured out by now that this is about you: Get with the program. ;)

Thank you for all of the times when I was little and sad or hurting and you swept in and made it all better. Thanks for all of the times that you still do that. Thank you for all those hemophilia mornings. Thank you for still letting me putter around on the farm with you every now and again. Thank you for speaking French with me in the morning, even when I’m groggy and don’t make any sense, even when I’m not groggy and still don’t make any sense. Thank you for being there every step of the way. Thanks for being the best dad a girl could ask for, even if we do butt heads now and again. :) Thanks for every bit of awesomeness that I’ve missed, because it’s been crazy and I’m tired.

I know that you’re probably a little worried about letting me go off “on my own” to Morocco, and I get that. I know that I’m your little girl. But this is something I need to do, and I promise that I will still be your little girl when I get back, even if it’s in a slightly different way.

So. I’m sorry I can’t be here for the entire day to celebrate, but:

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

xoxo

G

Everyone else: P.S.—Now I’ll see you on the flip side.