The best Daddy in the world, mine, had been in an accident before I was born which left him with a stiff left leg and missing three fingers of his right hand. He was told he would never walk again. He had a wife and two little boys to support so he was determined to not only walk but go back to work, which he did.
My Daddy would never ask for help. I don't think it was out of pride but because he thought he could do it all, and do it all with little to no help from others.
I am like my Daddy about asking for help. I hate admitting defeat and that's how I feel if I ask for help. I know I can't do it all but a part of my brain says, sure you can. Then that part of my brain makes me feel like I'm a big old loser because I don't do it all.
So to my Kristin, thank you, I love you.
Tomorrow: "The Vase"