Narnia

I am my fathers daughter. I just watched The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe and cried a lot of the way through. Growing up Dad used to read those books to us so often in an old tan chair with just a lamp on. This tough cowboy who roped are rode and was the epitome of manliness would be reading along and would jostle me suddenly around in his arms so he could wipe his eyes. You old softy.