I am so glad I am off work today ’cause I finally remembered to partake in
Photo Friday hosted by Creating Motherhood.
Me and my dad in 1979.
Sitting on the back patio with the blooming rhodendendrum (spelling please?). My parents still live in this house. I go there almost every day. There are so many wonderful memories. Many people in my life call me Eri. My dad has always called me Eri. Well, my nickname was “Squirt” until about age 9 when I had a talk with him and said it was about time to let that one go! I never felt like a “daddy’s little girl” because my father always taught me to be independent, mow the lawn, fix things myself. But when I see this picture and look at his face I know I was his special baby girl.
beautiful choice for photo Friday…brought a tear to my eye. And you never outgrow being Daddy’s little girl.
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In fact, I am 35 and cannot recall the last time my dad called me by my given name. He always calls me Kiddo.
What a beautiful photo. Truly an afternoon delight. And, you almost got the spelling correct. It is rhododendron.
This is truly wonderful. The story you share makes it even more special!
that is a very sweet photo and made even more special by your sharing your Father with us. Thank you.
So sweet- you really can tell a lot from that photo.
that is one special, stunning, beautiful picture.
you are always Daddy’s little girl.
Wow, your Dad has beautiful eyes!