Saturday, June 16, 2012

My Dad...

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...
appreciated because
he gives his children care...
valued because
he gives his children time...
loved because
he gives his children the one thing
they treasure most -
himself!
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.

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