My Daddy

My paternal grandma loves, loves, loves to tell the story about the time she and my dad took me to Texas.  I was too young to remember, but anytime someone other than my dad tried to hold me, I would respond by rapidly repeating, "my daddy, my daddy, my daddy, my daddy, my daddy". Although I know he could have used a break, my dad came to my rescue every time I called for him. 

If there's a dad who looks cool pushing a swing, it's this guy!

I've always had a special bond with my dad, and because of that, it hasn't mattered if I see him every day or every other weekend or every other year.  The amount of time we spend together is small, but our love is big. Happy Father's Day, Dad.