Daddy and Doot!

To honor my dad, I thought I would share with you guys one of my favorite pictures of us together.  This is us about to grill a gourmet meal at Holiday Beach many, many years ago. (35ish)  It perfectly portrays me wanting to be just like him.  This was always my attire when hanging out with him as a kid. Oh to be that carefree again!  He called me "doot" and I called him daddy.  I never was a girly girl...not really sure why because I had no brothers.  Maybe he treated me like the son he never had?  I even remember getting up early to go to the sawmill and "work" with him or hoping to score a ride in the big truck to drop a load somewhere... and maybe...just maybe... if I was lucky, he would pull the string and honk the horn!  

I remember an elementary teacher telling me when I learned to write my name that the "Jr." wasn't necessary for my name.  My thoughts..."Daddy did, so why wouldn't I?" 

My daddy is the reason for my furrowed brow/permanent scowl (see the pic above) and my cankles.  No joke...our legs look identical from the knee down.  Thanks dad :/ I have managed to escape the midsection so far....fingers are crossed on that one:)

His marriage advice to Jason when he asked his blessing on our marriage..."If Barbara Ann and me can make it,  I reckon y'all can too"  ...Priceless to me!  Indeed we have made it.

My dad is the most laid back individual I've ever met.  In my current fast-paced season of life, I still find myself longing to be just like my dad.  Now don't get me wrong... I  have seen him highly upset and if you ask my older sister, I would imagine she would tell you the same :-) He definitely took care of business when it was needed. 

 We have had our differences  but have loved each other through it all! 

Happy Fathers Day to the best Daddy ever! I Love You!



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