My dad is the epitome of the "strong silent" type. He isn't a small talker but when he has something to say it is usually of some import. (And usually with a smile.) And I inherited my sense of humor from him . . . which I think is a great inheritance. He is definitely strong . . . a farmer (and I think that all fathers are strong -- at least to their daughters).
I think one of the best memories I have of my dad is when I was very little. Maybe four or five. I remember sitting on his lap at church on Sunday morning. My head laying on his chest as I listened to the rumble of him singing hymns and gazed at the stained glass window over his shoulder. sigh. Good memory.
Anyway, Happy Father's Day, Dad!
When are you going to write about cleo so I can make fun of her? By the way I'm dad's favorite:)
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