#TBT That time before I discovered a flat iron.

Happy almost TGIF! I was always daddy’s little girl and I used to beg him to take me to work, a conference…. anywhere just so I could hang with him because I thought he was so cool, and I wanted to be a doctor too.

My poor papi, probably tired of hearing me ask him a thousand times, obliged. Here we are in one of our outings and as you can see, he tried his very best. I don’t blame him for how crazy my hair looks. I didn’t even learn how to manage my curly hair until halfway through high school (thank you Chi).

Can you tell I get my big smile from my dad? Life seems to be going by way too fast lately that I constantly have to remind myself to stop, look up from my phone and enjoy every moment.

XOXO Helen