I'm just sitting here and its getting late and im getting tired but i miss my dad. I miss his smile, his smell, his cologne (i love that stuff), his white face in the summer, his red face all the time, his wrinkles, the way he laughs and especially his cooking. I know he's in Colombia and can't really talk to him until he gets back, but i wish he skyped (or at least knew what it is haha).
I knew i would miss his smell..which is why i shoulda brought a tie with me or something (maybe ill have my mom send one). But growing up i never really had a good relationship with him and over the past years we've gotten closer and i just miss him.
I know he's ok because God is with him, i would just like to hear his voice...just a couple more days.
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