My Dad

(I forgot to give my dad a blog post last year, he never even complained about it...

I'm sorry and here it is now!)

Is pretty great.

You would probably know that if you've met him. His friends and family have hailed him as the best man they know, the true example of what a man should be, an excellent father etc.

I of course agree with all of these reviews and I know that I am a lucky girl.

Sometimes he does little things that prove to me just how much we are loved, like stocks the fridge with Dr. Peppers just in case his girls are home. I know he would do anything I needed him to, and loves me a lot. Last May when I came in the house with my foot trailing blood and feeling quite scared and nervous, my brother was taking care of me and as we were deciding to head to the doctor to get some stitches my dad was looking a little bewildered and came and hugged me and said "I would go with you but I think I might start to cry", and then he welled up a little bit.

I guess a lot of people don't expect that from him, but he is kind of a softie, and I really love that, and I really can't wait to watch him with his grand babies,

it's gonna be so much fun!

It is also really fun to have a very handsome dad, never met a dad better lookin' than mine!

I love you Dad :)

Happy 52nd birthday!