They Don't Make 'Em Like That Anymore

I don't know about you, but I think moving, packing, storing and then unpacking in at a new residence may just be one of the worst things known to man. For the past days, my home has been filled with boxes and bags of every shape and size in every damn place. Especially, when one is doing it solo. I do not recommend it. My spouse has taken one bed apart for the move...that's IT. I have done the rest. Well, the exception being the first man in my life w/ the last name O'Connell. Some of you may know him...and the others of you that don't, your loss.

This man has a plan for every move. A strategic one...leaving nothing to chance. Each item going in just the right space and making the most of every inch. Meticulous and skilled precision down to each minuscule detail. The phrase "on top of your game"...he could have invented it.

But this is about much more than just the occurrences of the recent days/weeks. He has been my savior all my life. The only man that has ever taken complete care of me...and I have been a handful my whole life. I adore this individual. The only male I have ever completely trusted with everything. My safe haven. My safe place to fall and I have stumbled countless times. No matter, he reaches out his hand to assist me and helps in dusting myself off so I can get right back up again without skipping a beat. There's much to be said for any individual that exudes those attributes. He's not perfect...but he's my perfection and forever in his debt I will remain.

As we were working today, Pandora was playing in the background and this song came on. I overheard him singing it. I didn't even know he liked Billy Joel. But I hope that he knows that I love him more than anything in the wide world. Thank you, daddy...for everything.