To me the American Dream was a station wagon, a large two-story home full of kids - kids and more kids, and most of all a family full of love!
My Father was my #1 Love. As a baby he would bounce me upon his knee and give me a great big hug calling me his tinky-winky. I could not wait till he came home from work. We were always best Pals. I would sit upon a stool next to him in his work shop as he repaired television sets. We would have the most wonderful conversations about everything. We could talk for hours. He was the most wonderful Dad a girl could have and I felt so special just being his daughter. And when I grew up I was going to marry a man just like my Daddy!
Oh the dreams of a little girl.
I married at 18; my first son came at the age of 20. We built my two-story dream home when I was 23, but we lost it before it was finished. My station wagon came when I was 28 and was destroyed by fire. By the time I was 30 I had three sons and one daughter, but my 12 year marriage was over. The divorce was finalized the month after my Daddy died.
That year was so hard that we decided to reconcile for the summer, which added another beautiful daughter to our family. We seperated for good before she was born. I lost my chance to fulfill my American Dream. Who would ever marry a woman with five kids?
So I began the single parent life. No more Dreams. Every day was a hard struggle.
And then I met a man just like Daddy.....
HAPPY FATHERS DAY. JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU AND LOVE YOU. HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY FILLED WITH LOVE AND WARMTH. LOVE ALWAYS AND FOREVER,
LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER, CHRISTINA