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Daddy's Little Girl

I’m a daddy’s girl. So much so that I’m 48 years old, and he still calls me Princess.


My dad is a special guy. I have friends from college who only met him a few times who still ask me how he’s doing because they remember how special he made them feel. He’s that kind of special who spills his specialness all over everyone he meets. He has that ability to turn a simple small-talk exchange into a special memory that lasts a lifetime.


Dad is also a gifted storyteller. Even if you’ve heard his stories a dozen times, you listen again because he includes so much glorious detail you want to take the adventure with him again.


This Christmas, Dad told us a story I hadn’t heard before, or at least hadn’t remembered.


Once upon a time he showed his list of Marianne Williamson Return to Love quotes to a woman on the plane who then coaxed the flight attendant to read the list on the loudspeaker! Evidently years later someone told Dad that story eventually made its way back to Marianne.


While mmm-ing his way thru two of my famous BLT sandwiches, he read us this list of Marianne Williamson quotes he’s carried around since the mid-1990s, and we discussed a few.


“Very few of us were taught that we're essentially good. Very few of us were given a sense of unconditional approval, a feeling that we're precious because of what we are, not what we do.”


“Dad, you taught me this.” Dad smiled his sparkly-blue-eyed-proud-dad smile.


“The point of love is to reveal to us the light inside.”


“Hobbit, you give me this.” Dad’s eyes twinkled again.


“The perfect you isn't something you need to create. . . The perfect you is the love within you.”


The next morning, after all the Christmas festivities were over, I lit the candles on my ancestor shrine and sat on my yoga mat journaling, as I often do in the mornings. I wrote those Marianne Williamson quotes, and I realized something.


I am my father’s daughter. I felt it deep.

I could feel him in my heart. In my voice. In my bones. In every part of me.


And his/my specialness spills out of me too, all over everyone I meet as well.


If you haven’t met my dad, I’d be honored to introduce him to you, or at least the parts of him that exist in me.


Book a call with me, I’ll show you YOU (like he showed me ME) so that you can shine and spill your specialness all over too.

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