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A weekend surprise....

Sometimes, not very often, I get a bit homesick.
Not so much for Ireland.
For my dad.
Those of you who know Paddy, know that he is simply amazing.
He is the most important person in my life.
I adore him, and he adores me.
So tonight, as I was toying with the idea of spending a night in Amsterdam next weekend,
I said 'Feck it.
I want to see Paddy'.
So I booked a flight back to Ireland.
He doesn't know yet, so if you read this then shhhhhh

Life is a funny wee thing.
13 years ago, we had such a different relationship.
We weren't nearly as close as we are now.
But life gave us lemons, and we used them for tequila.

Father's day is soon.
The weekend after I'm home
But it is close enough for me.

I thank myself every day for my Dad.
He is my constant.
He is the person whose opinion I care about.
He gives me advice
He doesn't expect me to adhere to it,
but he expects me to listen.
While I may not agree with everything he says,
I try every day to make him proud of me.

He has taught me so much.
Patience
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
Loyalty
Hilarity
Road frontage

Tonight, I am feeling the Paddy love
I also plan a sneaky wee trip in to see my granny so aunts... shhhhhh
I will see you all next weekend hopefully!

Whoohoo!!!

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