And still do sometimes, that I am difficult to love. Maybe it’s because I’ve allowed a lot of difficult people into my life, and maybe it’s because I’ve just been though some difficult times. Really, who hasn’t?
Today, admittedly only because I got the email alert that my inbox was nearing capacity, I started cleaning out my Inbox. I found a reply from one of my blog posts back in 2015 that caught my eye.
It was a reply from my Dad, about a post I’d written stating I was difficult to love. He reminded me that while yes, I may be difficult, I’m not difficult to love. With tears in my eyes, and a smile on my face, I was suddenly thankful for being an e-mail hoarder.