try and tell me I don't care
I woke up at 6:30 today. There is a certain self-preservation instinct within me that says, "Hey, this is a perfectly good Saturday to sleep on!" but that self-preservation that most teenagers succumb to isn't the higher power within me. There is a different type that pushes me forward.
Papa preservation.
I love my daddy. And when he asks me if I want to get up early and spend the morning the way we used to when I was little, I jump. I leap at the chance for that time. I get in the shower five minutes before he said he wanted to leave and don't shave my legs, because I don't want to waste my special Papa time.
We end up leaving ten minutes after he wanted to, but we still got a parking space because there's less people in town for the holiday. And we spent a perfectly lovely two hours together. We didn't really do anything, it was just time for us to enjoy each others' company.
We smelled tamales and tried in vain to get a picture of the two Amish twins together. He bought me apples that I didn't necessarily want, I turned down the offer of a tamale for a muffin, we drove home and laughed about how the hibiscus tea tasted like flowers that weren't meant to be eaten.
Papa preservation.
Papa preservation.
I love my daddy. And when he asks me if I want to get up early and spend the morning the way we used to when I was little, I jump. I leap at the chance for that time. I get in the shower five minutes before he said he wanted to leave and don't shave my legs, because I don't want to waste my special Papa time.
We end up leaving ten minutes after he wanted to, but we still got a parking space because there's less people in town for the holiday. And we spent a perfectly lovely two hours together. We didn't really do anything, it was just time for us to enjoy each others' company.
We smelled tamales and tried in vain to get a picture of the two Amish twins together. He bought me apples that I didn't necessarily want, I turned down the offer of a tamale for a muffin, we drove home and laughed about how the hibiscus tea tasted like flowers that weren't meant to be eaten.
Papa preservation.