My daddy and I spent a weekend in New York City together when I was a junior in high school. Rockettes Christmas Spectacular, The Lion King…the works! It was December, which I always think is the most magical time in the city.
Fast forward 13 years, and Daddy and I were having another father/daughter rendez-vous in the city. Quality time is my love language, so I enjoyed our 1.5 days together – even if my luggage was missing and the weather was crummy. We took in the view from the Top of the Rock, saw Hunger Games: Catching Fire (I missed the English version while it was in Vevey.), ate Shake Shack, and we even got to see the Rockefeller Christmas Tree – a really fun surprise on January 5!
I’m so thankful for a family who makes the effort to meet me in random places whenever possible and who supports my life abroad.
3 thoughts on “13 years later”
Melissa Cole
Love it!! QT is my love language too;)
jason
Finally a post worth posting. Missed part when I fell downstairs but showed how an athlete handles that.
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