It is said that girls look for their fathers in a husband. I have been blessed with the best man in the world for a father, which is why, I suppose, no one else has ever been able to come close to my ideal. How can a mere mortal compete with the steadfast support and unconditional love that I receive from my father...my daddy...my rock?
1964-ish: I'm sure this is the last thing he felt like doing after a long day at work.
1968-ish: This is at the annual Sunday School picnic. I have no idea what I'm telling him here, but from the looks of it, it was very important.
1986, my college graduation. This was a very bad time in my life, but a hug from daddy could always make everything a little more...OK. It still does.
Happy Father's Day, dad. I love you more than words can say.
2 comments:
Thanks for stopping by my blog... looks like you're another knitter/dog rescue person - yea!!! :) I'm going to read up on your blog later too... :)
this is precious. you are blessed to have such great memories of your dad.
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