My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
- Clarence Budington Kelland
A father is respected because
he gives his children leadership...
he gives his children care...
he gives his children time...
he gives his children the one thing
they treasure most -
I really hit the "jackpot" when it came to Dads...mine was the best! I probably didn't appreciate him as much as I should have when I was little, he was just "my Dad," but looking back I realize that I was a very lucky girl.
He was always 100% plugged into our lives and was often heard telling others about "his girls", meaning my sister and me and my Mom.
I have so many special memories of Dad, but one that just brings a smile to my heart every time I think about it ...whenever I was sick and home from school, as a little girl, he would stop by Montgomery Ward and buy me a brand new pair of pajamas and bring them home to me along with a Hershey bar. He really knew how to make a girl feel better! :0)
On Father's Day, and every day, I am so thankful for my Dad.