Daddy's Little Girl

If there is one person who has remained a true constant in my life to date it is my Dad. I've tried a few times over the last few days to find just the right ensemble of words but I get teary eyed and nothing just seems to sound as perfect as it should. So instead I think I'll just share with you one story, one memory.

About a week or so ago I was driving up highway 11 heading toward home when I saw my dad and my 9 year old self... but of course it wasn't me or my dad but it was us circa 1987. Just the two of us heading out for another tour around Fredericton on his motorcycle.

Some of my most early memories are on a bike with my dad. We use to head out on a warm summer night for a drive, we'd tour around downtown, following the streets along the Saint John river, up to the university and then out onto the highway to really let it rip. I remember the anticipation of not knowing where we'd be going next, one turn after another and always being excited when the turn toward home didn't come too quickly.

Me, my little sister and my Dad

I shot this for a college project (Sheridan) in 2000
A Dad/Daughter series of portaits

Love you Dad!