Father's Day

On this Father's Day I wanted to share my favorite picture of my dad and me. It was taken nine years ago on my wedding day as you can see. It was time for the father/daughter dance and I was waiting out on the dance floor and they kept calling his name over and over again - he finally came laughing beer in his hand. He of course was at the bar, talking away to some people and didn't hear them call his name :)


I found this poem today in a book I have: Author Unknown. I'd thought I'd share it with everyone especially for all of those daddy's little girls out there. I will post later this evening but everyone have a Great Father's Day.







Daddy's Girl
When you were young, pony-tailed, face full of playful freckles, were you a daddy's girl?
I was. I still am.
Did you look to him for your security, for love and attention, for the understanding, and the patience you lackedas a child?
My daddy was the center of my small world, the focus of my affections, the star that lit my life, shining bright. Shining still in my heart.
The years have led me here, weathered with maturity and responsibilities, and I see more clearly now.
The hardships, burdens of love, and all the small sacrifices he made for me, for our family. He created stability, a place to call home.
All the photographs I browse throughof a child long forgotten, scarcely rememberedsmiling, so happy and so loved.
The mere thought of becoming that role modelis enough to send me cowering, afraid... looking for guidance.
Turning to my father and my more for support, advice, wise counsel, and for approval. Grown up, I see differently now...
A new perspective of a man I have always known. My heart is full, my emotions overpoweringjust in the certainty of that bond.
He's been there for me through all the conflictshelping me over the rough, ragged stones of growing up.
My respect for him is unending, faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning.
Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient, ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, the shortcomings, he just accepted me as I was, as I am.
The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struckand it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher, it keeps me in balance, harmonizing with the world around me beautifully,
like an inspired masterpiece from the soul of an honest man.
I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of him.
He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl.

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Just got back from mom and dad's. Dad had a good day, he was feeling good. Hospice came in and changed his meds, he said the only thing that was really hurting him were his legs because of the special socks that he has to wear that take cares of his swelling of his legs. That and I am sure have the rowdy group of grandkids around didn't make the night any better. Boy, it can get loud when all the kids are together. No wonder us adults drink so much :)

But dinner was great, as always too much food and afterwards the drinking had slowed down a bit because everyone's belly was so full. But overall it was a GREAT Father's Day and I hope everyone had a good one.

I love you dad!

Much love to all,