It would have been Daddy's 83rd birthday today...I was trying to post the slide show I have for him, but I need my techie husband's help to do that. I'll try it later.
I miss him very much. Especially while CJ and I are taking on this huge project of building the house and creating our new homestead. I so want him by my side to point me in the right direction. I can picture him standing on the property, hands on his hips surveying all that there is. Mustache wiggling, tattered hat on just a little crooked, suspenders holding up his pants from the force that is that loveable, huggable Daddy belly. Hold my hand, Dad, so I know what to do...Happy Birthday. I love you.