Happy Father's Day to my Dad. The man that, not only raised me and my sister but the man that is doing a bang up job as being a grandpa too.
Dad, you have been my friend, my father, my confidante, my port in a storm, and yes, sometimes my enemy (but only for brief periods of time when I was say, a teenager or you had to say the things that others could not, but things I had to hear anyway).
My memories of growing up as your child are filled with face cracking smiles, belly aching laughs and lots and lots of love and respect.
I mean look at you: barely healed knees and you are tractoring the kids around- just because you knew they would love it.
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