Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Today was my Daddy's birthday. I'm still such a Daddy's girl. I think other than my father is the best in the whole world, is I don't have much else to choose from in my family dynamic. My mother isn't very close to me. She prefers my dependant brother, and also in that thought, my brother is very messed up. A twenty-eight year old should not still be living with his mother and having her do everything for him. It's just strange.

I let Phoebe talk her Poppa's ear off on the phone like I know she can. I think he enjoyed it. I realized again how much I love my Daddy as I was walking around the house after dinner singing "Yellow Submarine" to myself. It was one of our favorite songs together.

Oh, I've also been meaning to admit this guilty pleasure.... "Band on the Run" by Paul McCartney and Wings. It was my favorite song when I was four (I really knew all the words then). Now when I hear it I still sing along and get all happy.

I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. I gotta hang in there. I know something better is coming. I'm not sure what (or in this case which one), and I'm not sure when, but I know I'm onto it.

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Gerah said…
It sounds like you grew up in a Beatles household like me. And, my daughter will grow up in one. Her first CD was "Baby Beatles".

By the way, when I post, it MAKES me enter a blogger account name, rather than a typepad.com one... FYI.

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