Dear Daddy,

I'm sitting in my dorm room listening to Spotify all alone. Tim McGraw's song "My Little Girl" is playing so I thought of you and now here I am writing this letter. I added that song because you posted it to my Facebook page the other day and you're not really sentimental like that, so it made me so happy yet bawl like a baby.

I guess we're alike like that. I let my actions speak louder than words, but sometimes it's the words that you need to hear, (or in this case read.) I don't think I thank you or mom as much as I should. You're the best parents I could ask for and I have no idea where I would be without your love and support. I work hard everyday to make you proud to have me for your daughter. It's because of you that I have the opportunities that I do. You're smart, hardworking, strong, funny and a man that I am so proud to call my dad.

Now that that's all out of the way, I really miss you. I know I don't talk to you everyday, but I do think of all of you. I think of how I'm no longer there on the couch trying not to laugh when you make fun of mom, I think of how you're going off on these fun day trips to other states/countries for work and I don't get to hear about them as soon as you get back, I think of how I'm so close, yet so far from home.

Everything is different, but I guess it's a good different. I'm sorry for this letter, it's kind of all over the place. Maybe I'll rewrite it if I ever get my thoughts together.

Love you to the moon and back.

From Em, with love.