Euphoria

For the first time in a while, "Euphoria" means more to me than just an incredible scent by Calvin Klein. Last night when I got home, I went to tell my parents to have a good night, and for the first time in Lord knows how long... my dad told me that he was proud of me. I don't know what I've done to make him proud. I'm the first high school graduate on his side of the family who chose to not pursue med school or go into the land man business. I chose to not only go to beauty school, but take a year off before doing so. Nothing to jump for joy over. 

Overlooking all of that, I make my daddy proud... and I know this because he's told me so. That might not mean much to some, but it means more than the world to me. I haven't had the best relationship with my dad in the past eighteen years, but for some reason things seem to be changing. I don't know what happened.. and I don't even know when it happened.. but I've got a feelin' that my sweet Jesus had something to do with it. And I don't think it stops here. 

I know it doesn't stop here.