boho daddy

boho's daddy, photo by robin nations

My father had back surgery today. All went well as far as we know...but he is heavily on my heart. When I called him at the hospital, I couldn't help but smile and giggle because even under the influence of pain killers and perhaps shock from surgery, he was still trying to crack jokes. I imagined his shiny apple cheeks and Santa Claus-like belly moving up and down as he laughed at himself.

We have a sweet connection, him and me. I am daddy's little girl...a mirror image of him in feminine form. He's always been one of my biggest fans and has remained open and supportive in regards to all the crazy decisions I've made in my life.

Years ago, when I decided to move from Northern Cali to Texas to bunk up with my best friend, he offered to drive me. We drove for four days and each night when I was asleep in our hotel room, he sat up under a dim light, unbeknownst to me and kept a journal about our journey. He saved all of our receipts and taped them to the pages. He recorded all that had transpired with his beautiful and meticulous handwriting. In between writing down our itinerary, he would share how he felt about me and the woman I was becoming. He later surprised me and handed me the journal, as we said our goodbye's. You can imagine how much emotion was shared in that moment. This has been one of my most treasured gifts and that very act alone says so much about my father's caring and humble character.

He is a wise, gentle, sweet soul and I am so proud to be his daughter.

So while you're drifting off to sleep tonight or perhaps reading this with your morning coffee or tea, please say a prayer for him and a quick recovery.

The world needs boho daddy well. Isn't he the cutest? And yes...he really is that snuggly.