I am fortunate enough to be one of the daughters of Dan Bruce Cornwell. And even luckier to be the daughter that he raised. As a child, I we would eat ice cream together, with him laying on his stomach on the ground, and I laying on my stomach but on his back and we would lay there and eat vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup while watching HBO; it was still one of the channels that came with cable back then. I would stand at the back door after school and wait for him to pull in the garage and then stand on the steps so he could pick me up and give me a hug simultaneously when he got out of the car. We listened to classic rock in the garage while he would fix anything that need fixing until supper was ready. To make a long childhood short, I was with my dad a lot as a kid and I wish it was still like that.
     On my 16th birthday I made the decision to move in with my dad so I would be there during the week instead of the weekends and even though I was there on more days of the week, it seemed like I was starting to less and less of him as time went on. I went to school, and left to go hang with friends, I aquired a boyfriend and then finally a job. Before I knew it, I was lucky to get a talk to him for a  minutes before he went to bed. This is very saddening to me and I think that it would be a good idea to dedicate one night of the week to him for a father daughter date.
     So next week, I'm going to start doing that.