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On Tuesday I wrote about my stress-filled days at school.  I actually scribbled this little overwhelming vent about a week ago in my notebook and decided to write it up. . . because it's true.  Writing helps.

Later that evening, the phone rang.  I checked the caller ID and it's my parents.  I picked up the phone.  I felt a pit in my stomach.  We have set times to talk, otherwise it's back and forth via email.  Why are they calling now?

"Hello?" Holding my breath.

"Hi, pumpkin --"

"What's wrong?" I quickly interrupted.

"I read your blog today."

"Is everything okay?" 

"I wanted to tell you that I love you."

"Oh --" Tears filled my eyes.

"I just felt really bad and it seems that you had a tough day."

"Thanks Dad."  A smile crept across my face.

And so, my dad, a man of few words, took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions.  All because he loves me.  Thank you Dad for reading my writing and knowing just when to call.  I love you!



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  1. Amy RuddApril 29, 2012 at 6:41 AM

    Michelle,
    It is so special to have the comfort of your parents' response...it's like getting a hug just when you need it most! :)

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  2. Deb DayApril 29, 2012 at 9:23 AM

    This is so lovely. What a wonderful way for him to show you that he loves you....

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  3. Katherine SokolowskiApril 29, 2012 at 9:42 AM

    So sweet! Love that they read your blog and know you and what you need. Beautiful.

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  4. Betsy HubbardApril 29, 2012 at 11:58 AM

    So nice to be reminded of your support. What a special moment to reassure you that everything will be okay.

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  5. JudyApril 29, 2012 at 6:11 PM

    Even though Dad never leaves a comment, he reads everything you write. He is so very proud of you and enjoys reading your posts. As you well know, he is a man of few words and doesn't often share what he's thinking. Because of how you write and how you share your feelings, he is touched by it. I'm so glad that we can be a comfort to you when you most need it!!! Love ya M (and D too)

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  6. Terje April 30, 2012 at 1:27 PM

    I find that your family is very special, the way you and your mom write and the others read. The fact that your dad read and called overweighs any number of comments.

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