Okay, so maybe it seems weird that a 50-year old woman is still calling her father "Daddy". But, he will always be "Daddy" to me.
My father is a very special man. He may have grown up in a small West Texas town.....
but he is a world traveler now!
I am thankful he always comes home to Texas - even though he is not really a cowboy at all. I think I had to bribe him to get him to put on Eddie's cowboy hat at my sister's wedding reception.
He enjoys great health, largely due to his level of physical activity. He devotes many hours to delivering Meals On Wheels to shut-in's and walks the mall or the track at Redbud Park almost daily when he is in town. He often rides his bike all the way over to our house - that's gotta be more than 6 miles round trip on some heavily traveled streets! He goes on "rock hound" trips and pulls his fifth-wheel all over the place. I'm still thanking God that he got rid of his last motorcycle here a while back.....
Here are some of my favorite shots of him through the years. (God bless Polaroids!)
I love you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day!!!
Always your little girl.....