I won't be discouraged, but it's hard to see through my tears.
Dad and I made it, ahead of schedule - despite the late start. We didn't have deep conversations, but we were together for 40 hours. And I discovered that he's kinda funny and very wise. I'm proud to call him my dad.
It's weird to be back, and I hate to admit it, but I'm not really sure I like it yet. One day at a time right?
I won't give up.
I won't be afraid.
I won't wonder the "what ifs"
I will call you.
I will remember and pray for yah.
I will giggle with my roommates.
I will work hard.