In my lifetime, I've only had one Dad, no steps or substitutes. And he's the greatest!! He's not big on words, but he's always been my hero. We moved into our house the summer I turned 8. I remember having the same recurring dream after we first moved ... people were "coming after us" (as only a young mind in the throws of upheaval can imagine). And my mom, my sister and me laid a bench down across the front window to protect us as we peeked out the window. And Dad always rode up on a white horse, like a white knight ready to protect his family from the bad guys!
Dad might not say it all in words, but he sure makes up for it in actions. If something's broke, he'll fix it. If you need help with a project, he's right there. When I moved from Ohio to Arizona, he and mom drove down a few days before I was going to arrive, so that he could build me a queen sized storage bed frame. He built it, and a twin for Brian, in three days. It was moved into the apartment before any of our stuff was!
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I Love You!
HUGSS to everyone, especially the Dad's!
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