Yes, this post is coming just a few days late. It has been quite a busy week at work and the last thing I wanted to do when I got home was sit in front of the computer. So here is my daddy's post...
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.
Now, don't get me wrong, dad and I didn't always have an easy going relationship. There was a period of time that I lost because I was my self-fish self. My teenage years were filled with me thinking dad was always wrong and just wanted to "boss" me around. Come to find out, he was just trying to keep our relationship good and guiding me to be a better me!
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!)
I am so stink'en proud of all my nieces - how fun to watch you all turn into lovely young ladies and to watch the love for your parents grow - because their love for you never waned even through the hard times. That is a parent thing ☺ We are so lucky to have a family circled with love.
ReplyDeleteLove ya - Dolly
Those pictures are great. Pretty sure our dad's are wearing the same shirt in that first Christmas picture. I can't believe how young he looks there, too.
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