You can lay your worries down and stay with me

I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop, wearing a great outfit and sipping a Tortuga micro-lot.

There is a group of cute old ladies, all drinking decaf cafe au-laits, gossiping about whatever and about how potassium lowers your blood pressure. I hope that I sit around with my girlfriends and gossip. I want to be that grandma.

I received the most amazing email from my father yesterday:

"You AMAZE me....I'm the luckiest dad in the world to have you for my daughter.....you are a special person Sara....don't ever forget it.

And...congratulations on your "A" too!! I always knew you would outshine them all.

Love

Dad"

I smiled for a long time at that. I mean, I know my father things all of those things about me, but it was still special.

I feel like most of my friends dislike their parents. I have the best parents in the world, I'm convinced, and I feel so lucky for it. They are supportive of me in everything that I do, but still tell me their opinions in a constructive way so I don't do anything stupid. I love talking to them about life, sobriety, school, whatever crosses our conversations. I swear they always have some sage advice tucked away in their brains.

This post is somewhat rambling, but that's okay.