Today I baked my dad's favorite cake. Cooked him dinner. Bought him a card.
It was nice.
I feel guilty. Because Gemma will never have a Dad to buy a card for. Or bake or cook for.
Maybe a step dad.
But that's not the same.
I wish I could say I love her as much and any mom and dad put together, but I can only love her like a mother does.
Which is a lot...but.
I'm just emotional I guess.
Hi by the way.