Happy Father’s Day to all the men out there who support and love their families. To the unsung heroes that get stuck with god-awful neckties, or with hand baked cookies made by the dirty hands of a very enthusiastic 5 year old. I’ve been very fortunate to have been raised by a great father, a great man, who put his family first, who made faith a way of life and who worked hard to give us a home. I’ve also been very lucky to have married a man who is a great dad, who appreciates the individuality of his son, who is not afraid to admit he was wrong and who also works hard. I can only hope that one day my own son will become be a father, loved and honored by his children. And with generations of good men before him, how could he not? My Dad left his home country in Europe during the war and came to North America with basically nothing. He married my mother and became a citizen, a better American than most who lived here. He was strong, religious, family oriented, opinionated, a big baseball fan and respected by all. At his funeral, the procession was over a mile long with so many people needing to say good-bye. I looked to him for support and he never let me down, I looked to him for love and he returned it a thousandfold. Happy Father’s Day Daddy.
Recently:
- Continuing Chaos
- what used to be the shower
- …and so the demolition begins
- Introducing……..
- Home for the Holidays
- It’s coming… the Holidays are coming!
- Artful Weekend(s)
- A Walk in the Garden
- Catch a Falling Star
- Dog Days?
