Paps

So,

Today has been a tough day. None of my statistics would go right today and yet another day of dreading what I'm going to do with my future. So my first phone call goes to my madre but we argue a lot and yet another calm and rational conversation turns into a heated battle between two stubborn beings. BUT then I call wee paps who is always a cutie and helps me though anything and always keeps me optimistic and sane. So this is a dedication to my love of my paps. Just because he always shows me his unconditional love and support and really means it. He is always there to put a smile on my face when I'm feeling a wee bit down in the dumps.

I just want to point out I love my mama too she is the reason I am the way I am. I love my paps because he always loves me and for that I always love him and he keeps me at one with who I am. I am so lucky to have both my parents and their love even if there are some non conventional methods of love. I never don't appreciate them being around and always wanting to love me for who I am. I suppose one can not ask for more in life than to be loved by the people that you love in return.


I guess this post is more about Love but family love and how grateful I am for it...


Sorry for the sappy post it was needed at this time.

Peace and love and all that jazz :)