A rush of hormones this morning had me digging through my cds. First, I listened to our wedding music and cried about the fact that it's so wonderful that I met a man like Mike. Then I dragged out this cd that my dad made for me, and by some act of God, it actually played (scratched) and had a hysterical crying breakdown driving to work listening to this slow version of "The Way You Look Tonight" by Tony Bennett and how I would have liked to have danced with my dad to that song at our wedding. I miss my dad so much. I pulled myself together to walk in the building, but then just to torture myself a little more, I dragged out this letter that I have from my dad that he wrote me in 1997. I am a mess, but so happy that I have these precious mementos from my dad's life that were made especially for me. It means a lot that these "love notes" are in his handwriting.
AC: transformation
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