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My Daughter: A Light In My Life

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A young lady in the making

What can be said about my daughter? She is the light in my life to say the least. Of all the things in the world that I have done, she is the one thing in my life that I am most proud of. No matter what she does in her life, where she goes I will always love her, be there for her, and do anything I can to make her happy. I have made many mistakes as a father, but she still loves me despite my faults. She is a wonderful person, very caring, polite, smart, and a very oddball sense of humor, just like me. I could not have asked God for a better daughter.

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Pollyanna

The story of Pollyanna, or rather the story of Kirsten's Doll Pollyanna is a quick, short, but quint one. Kirsten and Pollyanna have been together since she was weeks old. Shortly after we got her home to our house in Heidelberg, Jenny and I went to the Base Exchange to get various things we needed for the house, and as we were walking through the toy section we saw a cute little doll dressed in a plaid dress, a plaid sun bonnet and her blond yarn hair in braided pig tails. Both Jenny and I thought it would be perfect for our little girl's first dolly, which of course it was. Kirsten has had Pollyanna ever since. She still cares for this dolly, even asking for a cradle that was in my mom and dad's house for Pollyanna to sleep in.

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Why Daddy Doesn't Smoke When Kirsten was still very young, my father took ill. Jenny, Kirsten, and myself caught a flight to the US as quickly as we could, making it in time for my daughter to meet her grandfather before he passed on from a smoking related illness. Luckily, my father had a few lucid moments before he passed, and one of them was when Kirsten came to visit him in the hospital. A few days later my father passed away. In busy times that followed preparing for the memorial service, my daughter said to me: "Dad, can I ask you something?" I told her of course, and she looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said "I don't want you to smoke anymore."

What else is a father to do? I promised her I wouldn't smoke cigarettes anymore, and haven't to this day. As we were driving somewhere in the evening before we flew back to England, she looked up at the full moon as it rose over the Missouri countryside, and said in that matter of fact little girl voice "Grandpa is up there." she said, pointing at the moon.

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A wave is Coming During Kirsten's first visit to the US after he mother and I split up we (Jenny and I) took her to the beach in Santa Cruz. As this was my first time to the beach as well, I chose a spot that I had seen as we drove by a sign that said beach access. Well, we got out of the car and climbed up the hill before the beach, and saw a very lovely cove with a large beach on it. It was difficult to get to however, as we had to climb down a steep hill, but eventually we made it.

As we were relaxing, Kirsten was building a sandcastle, and would run to the edge of the water, but never got her feet wet. Well her mother and I played a litle joke on her, and told her the best water for the moat was when the waves went out. As she went out, I went with her and sure enough, a wave came crashing back in soaking us both, making her squeal with laughter. (Cold water never really bothered her much, as she grew up in England of course).

Was it mean? Perhaps, but I got wet with her and she laughed and enjoyed the day.

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