Love you dad!

No bra – no makeup – just me trying to wake up.

My dad continues to amaze me. You’ll recall from previous posts how initially it was my greatest fear to let him in on my secret. How I worried he would be the ONE person to reject my journey, and how eventually last year February when I told him, he turned out to just love me no matter what.

Well, yesterday we visited again for Easter weekend, and I dolled myself up in florals. And although him and mom still struggle with the pronouns, they correct themselves the whole time. Conversation go from him to her and back to him and back to her in a fluid waterfall of pronouns all day.

But at some point my dad paused … and said … just because we struggle and mess up your pronouns and names, please don’t think for a single second that we don’t accept you or your journey. We love you. And we are trying.

I stopped caring about pronouns some time ago. Funny how that happens. But this sudden validation from my dad mid-conversation was perhaps my favorite moment of the day. Don’t for a single moment think we don’t accept you or your journey.

I love you dad ❤️