No matter how many times we do this, saying “goodbye” to my daughter never gets any easier.
Sure…this trip had some trials and tribulations. Sure…she’s an 11-year-old trying to be an 18-year-old. Sure…she’s got pre-teen angst and all that stuff.
But at the end of the day, I love my daughter dearly. She means the world to me and having her here…if only for two weeks…made me feel a bit more fulfilled as a parent.
I know I’m a good dad. I’ve worked very hard to become that over the past four years since Ankle Biter has been born. I know she knows that I’m a good dad. So at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters to me.
She’ll always be daddy’s little girl.
But I can’t lie…she’s certainly a handful.