That’s me all papoosed on my daddy’s back. I’m his first biological child but #3 in the order of girls he loved and raised. I remember going everywhere with him. I wanted to be just like him, well… the girl version.
He does the grocery shopping, some of the cooking and makes better coffee than I do (he doesn’t even drink the stuff, it’s just for me).
He brags on his children and their many accomplishments, big or little.
Days later, he’s still talking about Liam’s game-winning soccer
goal. He takes them camping and canoeing – teaching them about the great outdoors he loves so much. As he’s saying good-night prayers with them, he asks, “Who do you belong to?” and with great enthusiasm they always respond, “You!”
Happy early Father’s Day!!