My younger years

I had a pretty good/normal childhood. My mom and dad got married when I was 9. I was the flower girl. That's when my dad moved in with us, after the wedding. Now, technically my dad was still married when I was born. He was going through a divorce at the time him and my mom met. He filed for a divorce and she refused to sign. Not very many people knew I was my dads daughter until after the divorce was final. It would have been a bigger mess if the news had gotten out.
     I remember the day my dad moved in with us pretty well. He had a 1987 tan gmc pickup that he had backed up to the back porch. I had never seen sooo much stuff in my life unloaded from a truck til that day. He was an avid hunter and seemed to have collected every hunting book there was. We moved and rearranged everything in our house to fit him in. I was a very happy little girl the day my daddy came home! Most of my memories are of us after that day. I don't remember much before that. He was always there for us, even when he didn't live there. A true man, providing for his family. I don't want anyone thinking he was a bad man for having another family while still being married. He was an amazing dad and husband! Let me remind you that he filed for a divorce before he had met my mom. His wife, now ex wife, didn't want to loose her fortune. (They were very wealthy due to my dads hard work and his family) She went to Vegas one weekend and met a man, when she flew home she signed that papers, flew back to Vegas and married the man she had met.
     My dad and I grew very very close. He was at every softball game I had, every school function there was, every activity I was in, he was there.
    November of 2006 my boyfriend and I decided to get our own apartment. I was 6 months pregnant with my son. My dad was the first to see our new place. Helping me in every way he could. No matter what I needed, he was there. My son was born Feb of 2007. I was working for my dad when I went into labor. I told him I needed to go to the hospital, and he stood there like a deer in the headlights. haha! I drove myself and promised to call him when I found something out. After about an hour or so they had admitted me. My dad left work and met me at the hospital. I went in at 1pm and had my son at 11pm. He stood by myside the entire time. Well, minus my 30 minutes of pushing! He was such a proud papa! My son walked on water in his eyes.