This is a repost from last year...its still rings true.
Today is my Dad's birthday.
I was a lucky girl to have a kind and caring father from the very beginning.
I was a lucky girl to have a Dad who loved on me, read to my sister and I and rough housed with me.
If you can't read the note on the picture below, it says "This rough house session broke Mommy's terrarium! Oops!"
I was a lucky girl who had a Dad who stood with me throughout the teen years and was proud of me when he gave me away...either that or terribly thankful!
My Dad is a great storyteller and loyal friend. Here, he is sharing a story with David and Sharon.
David is 3 months younger than me and lost his father to cancer when he was a toddler.
Sharon is his Mom.
My parents and Sharon and Ron were dear friends.
Once I became an adult, I learned that my Dad is fun to party with and can do a Tequila Shot like nobody's business! (Sharon is helping...I MUST tell you about Sharon one day...she is one in a million)
Most of all, my Dad is my hero and a true father.