When I was four...

...and my dad just came home from his deployment (he used to be in the Navy and worked in the submarine), we were eating dinner. Then, my dad got a call from the sub, saying that something was broken, so he needed to help repair it. I started crying, because what normal four year old would let her father go away after about nine months of being gone? Then, my dad picked me up and started rocking me, and he sang Amazing Grace (quite horribly, if I may add). I really love that day, and it's one of my favourite memories.

I just thought I'd share that with you all.

~Emily Z.