Dreams Really Do Come True

Yeah, so, by now if you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Gtalk you should know that the day has finally come for when me Dad and I finally meet face to face. (Insert big smiley face here) He and I have been talking and getting to know each other for what doesn't feel like 4 months. I won't lie I wish that we could've met a long time ago like he had originally planned, but I know that all things happen for a reason. My dad told me that he is grateful for these few months because we've been able to forge a bond already and now when we meet there will be little to no awkwardness. Truthfully, I'm still a tad nervous. I'm mainly nervous because I don't know how to act like a daughter. Some of you might be just like oh don't worry about it just be yourself yaddah yaddah yaddah, but really I just don't know, which isn't an extremely comfortable feeling at all. Beyond all of that, though, I am ecstatic because I can recall many of times throughout my childhood where I would dream about even just the possibility of meeting my Father. I told myself I couldn't date guys with the last name Jenkins because it could turn out we were related. I would dream of what he looked like and how it felt to be embraced by him. And now in just 2 more days I all of that will be a reality. I don't know how I'll react when I see him. I am emotional person believe it or not and I have yet to breakdown in tears so that form of expression is a possibility. Who knows really other than God. All I do know is he is coming...scheduled to land at BWI at 11 am and leaves Sunday night and I will squeeze as much out of every moment in between. What makes this more thrilling to me is I know that this will be the first of many...a new beginning...a reprise!

Dreams Really Do Come True!!! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!!!