This is my Dad... What can I say... He is the greatest man alive..... I can remember when I was small, I ran over his broken leg with my new tricycle. Boy was he upset... But he still loved me..... He use to travel with his job and only be home on weekends. I can remember when he did come home all weekend we would do projects of some sort, which I always thought was fun. He slept until 9:00 and then we would go jump on the bed and drive him crazy until he eventually got up.. I remember sitting on the bathroom cabinet helping him shave. I remember he would let me fix his hair with barrets and hair spray... Now what a cool dad to let me do that..... One time we were camping and my sister and I caught dad taking a snooze and we got a hold of the grapes and started putting them all over him, including stuffed in his belly button... Oh my those were the days... I remember going to cut wood for the winter. He would share his black coffee (yuck), which I didn't really like, but because he shared it with me I thought it was so special and drank it up like it was sweet tea.... I was so proud when he would go to my basketball games and track meets. I would look up in the stands and see him, and just be thrilled he was there. Then when he would take me fishing. Oh my goodness, I almost couldn't wait to get out the door with Dad.... I was in trouble one time for something I am sure my sister did and not me (LOL) and he got the belt out and was going to give me a woopn', well I tried running into the bathroom and locking the door. Let's just say I never ran from dad ever again after that one... OUCH!!! One time he took me to T or C with him when I was a teenager. It was so cool... We stayed in a motel and went fishing and ate out. Just he and I..... I thought I was pretty special for sure.. Through all my crazy teenage years he still loved me even though I was a Copenhagen (Nasty stuff) chewing, wild, crazy teenager... He always loved me and I always new it. I can never remember my Dad not loving me. Through the spankings and the talks, I could always see the love in his eyes for me. I was so sad when I would let him down. I wanted to be the best daughter ever... Of course I always thought I was the favorite.... Probably because my sister moved away so I was like the only one there.... Or maybe it was because I WAS his favorite...... LOL... Well he is the best dad and I love him with all my heart. As I have gotten older I see how important that my Dad is to my life. I love him...
