When I was younger I lived in a bedroom of my parent's house that looked over the side yard. I had a cute springy bedspread and a matching bedroom set with a pretty canopy. It was a little girls' dream. My dad planted beautiful daffodils because I loved them. Every early spring I could look out my window and there would be my own beautiful garden outside. Adam and I went home this weekend and I smiled to myself seeing the beautiful daffodils in the yard blooming. I love being married and living with my husband. Our apartment is cute and cozy...but I love the fact that I can look back at my childhood years with such fond memories and know that I truly am loved. When Adam and I started to get serious, my dad knew that it would be easy (and normal) for me to feel like Adam loved me more than anyone else in the world. My dad didn't want to lose that title though so he always liked to remind me that he loved me first. Thanks dad :)
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