Where to start...At one time, I was farmin' daddy's girl. I may have been forced into it when mom was tired of me, but I loved spending time with dad in the tractors. I have some good memories of those days. Like, bologna and ketchup sandwiches from the cooler. And Twinkies. Milking and feeling like I was a BIG help. Feeding the baby calves. Putting on my "milk" boots just like dad. Dad jumping out of the grain truck telling me to take it out of gear at the end of the field and stop! (Thanks dad, I think I'm still traumatized by that!) Those were the easy days. When nothing else mattered except what my favorite barbie was wearing.
So here's to a very hard-working, caring, loving, gentle yet tough, dad. I may not say it much, or even show it, but I love him more then he knows.
Thank you dad for everything you have done for me. My life wouldn't be the same without the struggles we had. - I love you, Dad! (and Mom!)