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Hooray For Dads!

Dear Daddy,
Not the best shot of you but you don't exactly look at the camera a lot. You know I can never properly express to you what it means to have you for a father. I never lack for love, laughter and a swift needed kick in the ass when I'm with you. I am so proud to be your kid and even more so to be a Daddy's Girl. Thank you for not spoiling me and letting me make my own mistakes no matter how big you knew they would be. Thank you for teaching me to be my own person and nevermind what the idiots out there think. Thank you for showing me that I don't need to take shit from anyone and it's ok to be a bitch sometimes and stand up for myself (not that I'm saying you're a bitch sometimes cause, well, I'm not). Thank you most of all for loving me, for all of my oddball eccentricities (that we all know came from YOUR side of the family! Go Grampa K!). I love you Daddy. Have a great day!

Dear Papa,
I know you don't celebrate Father's Day but.......Thank you for raising a great son. I am so lucky to have him as my husband and what a fabulous father to our kids. You are so great with Monkey Boy and Peanut. They love you so much and I cannot thank you enough for all that you do with them and for them. It means so much to us. Even though we don't see eye to eye on some things, ok, a lot of things, we still get along better than most people with in laws. Thanks for being there when I needed a dad and mine was too far away. Thanks for listening. I know you think I'm joking when I say it but I really do love you Papa. Thanks.

To My Husband,
Wow! Two kids? How the hell did we get to here? You are such an amazing father to our children. Your patience with Monkey Boy should get you a sainthood at the very least. Peanut adores you to no end and she's sure to be a Daddy's Girl as she gets older. You play with the kids and interact with them in ways I only dreamed of when I thought what my future husband would be like with our kids. Thank you for blessing me with a beautiful, loving family. I couldn't ask for anything more. Well, I can think of a couple things but I won't mention them here. I love you honey. Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to these important people in our lives:

Papa H in the DL - We love you and hopefully can get up there with the kids soon!
Peej - You're an amazing father to Naya! She's a great girl!
All of our uncles and dad cousins (there are waaaaaaaaaaaay too many of you to name and chances are, none of you read this though HB's wife does. HI PAMI!) We hope you all have a great day! Thanks for being great dads!

I want to also say that we'll be thinking of my Grampa K, Grampa T, the husband's Grampa R and my uncles Roger and Neil. Though they are no longer with us, their legacies live on in their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. They are missed every day. We love you guys! Now keep it down up there! Save some of the party for us!

Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, Daddys, Papas, Grampas and Great Grampas out there!


JerseyTjej said…
That was very nice writing!
OddMix said…
That was very touching. I hope your husband had a great Fathers Day.

BTW. I love your husband's "hair-do". I think we have the same stylist.

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