Ode to my Daddy-O

I am one of the lucky ones. I grew up with parents who were always there for me, and still are.

So today, on Father’s Day, I want to thank my dad for teaching me:

That girls can be just as strong as boys.
To always be there for my children.
To work hard, but make 
time for fun.

I’ve always had a lot of respect for my dad — for many reasons. But the first time I realized my dad was “amazing” was when I looked through his Army books and tried to understand how anybody could have enough courage to be a paratrooper. I was in awe.

When I was little, my dad taught me the same things he taught my brother. He

dad and fishtaught me how to fish, and not to be afraid of worming a hook (no time for being a priss). He took me deep-sea fishing and we almost caught a monster of a fish, but it broke the line. I still remember him trying to help me reel it in.

Every week I had chores. And no back-talk allowed. Hard work never hurt anyone.

Yet, my dad always made sure that we made time for fun. All work and no play…. well, you know the rest.

He taught me how to drive — not just a car, but a boat, a snowmobile and a mini-bike.  I may need to blame him for the speeding tickets. 😏

He taught me to take care of my things —  after I “killed” my first car (named Fanny) by never checking the oil.

And, to this day, my dad is a joker. I still

thumb 1remember his first prank. He’d make me believe he was pulling his thumb off of his hand, as I’d look in disbelief. And I’ll admit now, I was kind of worried one of these times it wouldn’t go back on.

He still has a sense of humor.
He’s still there for me every step of the way.
He’s a great dad, and an awesome grandpa!

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!! Thank you for everything and I hope you have the best day ever!


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