This Sunday celebrates the day of my hero: my Dad. Unfortunately, I will not get to spend the day with him. I am his little girl and in his eyes will always look as I do pictured here. He knows the wildest facts about everything. He gives good directions and knows where practically every country is and has probably been to most of them. He sails. He runs when I make him. He hikes . . . . and not just up a mountain, but across Spain, regularly. He has read close to every book that has been printed and can do so in multiple languages. He mows, he chops wood, he builds things. He is extraordinary. I am lucky I got him as my Dad.
Friday, June 17, 2011
On Who My Hero Is
This Sunday celebrates the day of my hero: my Dad. Unfortunately, I will not get to spend the day with him. I am his little girl and in his eyes will always look as I do pictured here. He knows the wildest facts about everything. He gives good directions and knows where practically every country is and has probably been to most of them. He sails. He runs when I make him. He hikes . . . . and not just up a mountain, but across Spain, regularly. He has read close to every book that has been printed and can do so in multiple languages. He mows, he chops wood, he builds things. He is extraordinary. I am lucky I got him as my Dad.
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So sweet! Funny thing is that *I* remember you at that age. :-)
ReplyDeleteLook forward to seeing you soon!
xoxo