It’s moving day! Kind of. I’ll be moving my personal things today and next weekend the movers will come get the big things. I can barely wait for this afternoon when I’ll cross the threshold and be living in service to my Daddy 24/7. Daddy has been preparing the house so thoughtfully. He got my closet cleaned out, arranged kiddos room and bought a bunch of things for it, moved his office downstairs, had new carpet put in, had the house painted, had the juniper removed from the yard (I complained about snakes in it), bought new patio furniture, and installed a uh osmosis water system (I think that’s what it’s called). It’s been driving me crazy not being able to help him do all of this because of the distance but he didn’t mind.
I am so incredibly lucky and happy to be his girl. He is the most thoughtful, talented, and caring man I’ve ever known. My only trepidation is surrounding my masochism and him not being a sadist, but I have had terrible luck with sadists (sorry sadists) so I think it’s something I can do without. My main thing is control and Daddy is a natural with it. I can see how some women, especially vanilla, would be opposed to that but it gives me warm fuzzy feelings. The more control he has the better.
So here I go, stepping forward into a brand new chapter, heart open, eyes bright, and hope leading the way.