I am surrounded by fantastic dads.
I was raised by one and I’m married to one. My husband was raised by a great father and my brothers/brothers in-laws are awesome dads, too. I pray to One and am surrounded by daddy friends and coaches who are amazing, too.
See a theme here?
It would be easy to get mushy and sappy, and I’m taking a decidedly a different direction. In fact, I gave my Dad his present earlier in the week and couldn’t bring myself to write down all of the emotions that come with being the oldest daughter of a great man. His daughter, the writer, unceremoniously pushed his gift in front of him without a single note of sentiment. He drank his coffee while he thumbed through the book, So God Made a Farmer, and I hoped he understood all I couldn’t say – I’m so proud and blessed to be his and love him…
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