It’s early morning, and I’m sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee and watching “Hope Floats.”
I’ve already cried while watching the scene in the movie where Birdie visits her dad in the nursing home. While she’s making herself busy hanging pictures in his room and filling the silence with chit-chat, she turns around to see him standing with his arms out to her. She steps in, and they dance.
I’m a daddy’s girl.