On Father's Day - What bears repetition.
This is a copy of a Father's Day post i wrote for my dad a couple of years ago. If i say so myself, it says what my heart feels so well, that it bears repetition. I love my daddy, and i always have, and he has always loved me. Happy Father's Day to the bestest daddy in the whole wide world. Here's the post: To My Daddy This is me. I'm pretty sure i was two. I'm wearing my Daddy's sun glasses, my Daddy's cowboy hat, and my Daddy's Cowboy boots (with my pink flower shorts and matching red and blue tank of course). Do you know why? Because my Daddy is the coolest, biggest, strongest, most caring, smartest, wonderful daddy in the whole wide world. And when i was wearing my Daddy's clothes, i'm pretty sure i thought that i was as cool as you. If i look closely at that picture, i can also see that those two-year old hands look an awful lot like my Daddy's hands. And hands aren't the only thing i have in common with my f...