Beautiful

 Yesterday I found out that I was called beautiful by someone who has never told me to my face. It's not that I don't think he believes it, just that I don't remember every being called beautiful. Cute, pretty or nice if I've dressed up, but beautiful isn't a word I would have EVER used to describe myself. We're also referring to someone who forgets how easily words can cut a person down, especially when unintentional. There were other things said that were a contradiction to what I believed he thought and felt.

I love my dad, and I know that he's proud of me and that he loves me. It's just nice to hear the things that he's willing to express to others, even if he's unable to express them to me. Today I feel like a more beautiful me for knowing what I now know. I love you daddy!