Break

So here I am. A late-40-something woman, wishing I could be that early-20s girl again... able to talk to her daddy.

Pink sings the perfect lyrics for my heart, although they threaten to burst it wide open - and not in a good way.

"Could you beam me up, Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it. Probably just stare, happy just to be there holding your face...."

God, I miss the interaction with his brilliance. He had the right answer - always. And his soft flannel shirt hugs were... perfection.

What I wouldn't give for another day of childlike innocence. Being an adult is pretty much pure bullshit.