Tonight something happened that left me very touched, and feeling like a little girl again.
As many of you know, my Dad had a stroke in September, and some of you will also know that I have taken on the responsibility of caring for him full-time since.
Tonight he really wasn't feeling very well, so he went to bed early. I sat with him for a while, to make sure he nodded off ok.
Suddenly, it hit me. There I was sitting on my Dad's bed, comforting him and making sure he was ok. Childhood memories flooded back. Memories of me sitting on the bed in the morning talking to my Mum and Dad. As well as memories of my parents looking after me in bed when I was unwell.
It's strange how sometimes it's little things like this that make you realise just how far your life has come. But it also reminds you that some things never change. Family love is one of those things.
I admit that I'll always be a Daddy's girl.
Stay safe, x