This is me and my dad circa 1980. This photo is capturing perhaps my happiest childhood memory - being loved and adored by the man in my life. To say I was Daddy's Little Girl is an understatement. He was my savior, my hero, the man who could do anything. Moments like these were the cherry on top of my carefree 3 year old day.
As a selfish 3 year old back then I really didn't think much of how my dad felt about those moments. He was tired, he had worked a long day, he probably wanted to get out of that collared button down shirt. Who would think he'd want a kid to pounce on him the moment he got through the door?
He did. These moments weren't just the highlight of my day, they were the highlight of his, too. After all the stress he felt all day building a business, when he got home this was just where he wanted to be.
Things haven't changed much, either.