For our Daddys

I always devote a lot of time to talking about moms so I thought I'd spend some time on the dads of the group. I don't know about the rest of you but I have a great dad! There were times when we were growing up that he had to work three jobs just so we could have food on the table, clothes to wear and Christmas presents under the tree. My dad was never one of the complicated ones. He likes simple things...camping with the family...a cold beer every once in awhile....he likes to work in the yard and birdwatch and best of all he loves my mom. It's nice when you have a dad you like. It's even nicer when you have a dad that you respect. Now that I'm older I see how lucky I was to have the family I had. When we were growing up our friends used to tease us saying we were the Brady Bunch. You know what?? We were and I'm thankful. My dad worked hard so that my mom could stay home. We didn't even know what a latch key kid was. I didn't even need my own house key til I was a junior in High School. I grew up secure in the knowledge that my parents loved me and loved each other. You were a big part of that dad. For that I thank you. So now your job, reader, is to write to whoever your "Dad" was growing up. Tell him thanks for all the hours he worked keeping food on the table. Thanks for the times he chased the monsters out from underneath your bed when it was dark outside. Thanks for the times you were hurting and only daddy could make it better. This is my way of saying thanks to mine. Thanks Daddy...I love you!

dawn