happy valentine's day, daddy.

me and my dad have never really gotten along. when i lived at home, we were always at each other's throats. and now that i've moved out, we just don't really talk.

it was my grandmother's birthday tonight. i went over after work to see the whole family and eat dinner and all that. i got ready to leave, fixed daniel a plate to bring to him at work and went to my car. there was a pink card lying in the driver's seat, i figured it was from my grandmother because she said she had a valentine's card for me but i honestly thought she'd hand it to me instead of putting it in my car.

anyway, i opened it and it was from my dad.

first of all, the fact that HE got me a card is insane. my mom always did the cards and wrote his name in it. he got me a card....just from him.

it said:
"you've always been your own person...and i love the person you are. i love you, daddy."

omfg. talk about tugging at the heart strings, lol.

i went back inside and gave me a huge hug and kissed his cheek.

seriously.
made my week.