When I wake up in the mornings I always think to myself “I am a lucky little girl.” I have a daddy who loves and adores me. He takes care of me physically and emotionally. Sometimes he goes out of his way to make sure I’m a happy little. I can’t help but think this is all a dream and I will eventually wake up. Five months and I still have not woken up and I hope I never do.

Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t perfect by any means. I’m grumpy, jump to conclusions, and hard to communicate with. He’s short-tempered, and moody sometimes. We fight, sometimes a lot and sometimes we don’t even know why we fight. But in the end, we know we love each other and need each other. He makes me want to be the best version of myself I could possibly be.

He’s introduced me to this part of myself I never knew existed and a part that I can now, no longer live without.

I always wake up in the mornings and think “I am a lucky little girl.”