My dad taught me how to use power tools and to stand up for what I believe in. He taught me that things are often black and white and there is very little room for gray areas when it comes to strength of character. He gave me my first beer.
He’s a fabulous dad to me and to my sister, Monica. He’s a fabulous Poppa to 5 grandchildren. (Even though he refused to hold any of them as babies until they weighed at least 10 pounds…) Two tours of Viet Nam and he was afraid to hold a baby with a wobbly neck… go figure. 🙂
That is my dad holding me in the upper left-hand corner, and he is holding Devin in the photo just to the right. Weird, huh?
My dad helped me to recognize the qualities of a great man and wonderful father when I saw them….
Handsome Hubby is for sure my better half. He has more patience, more wisdom and he knows to let the first sip of beer be an O’Doul’s.