Happy Belated Father’s Day


I guess first and foremost I need to mention the first man to ever love me AND loved BY me in the entire world, my Daddy.

He is a VERY hard working, VERY kind, Very loving father. I am one of the luckiest daughters in the world, actually.

He taught me how to do belly flops in our above ground pool, taught me to like the taste of a spam sandwich, and is a perfect example of what every woman should look for in a man. He really set the standards high.

Oh yeah, and he’s super skinny. I like that genetic makeup. I attribute it to my metabolism all throughout high school and college.

He’s the kind of daddy that when a request is made, it is usually fulfilled.

I.e:

  • “Daddy can we get a free kitten on the way out of wal mart? PLEASE!!!!”
  • “Why doesn’t Santa ever bring me that puppy I asked for?!”
  • “Daddy, can I have your car?”
  • “Daddy, can I have another car to replace the completely totaled car you gave me?”
  • “Daddy, I need new tires. …….Because I simultaneously burst 3 of them on one day.”
  • “Daddy, will you pick up just 8 items from the store on your way home?”
  • “Daddy, can Mommy bring me to your work so can have Pizza Hut buffet and so I can sit on your bright orange work counter top.”

Oh and here is one of my favorite quotes.

Scenario: My mother just saw the belly button piercing that I had managed to keep hidden for almost an entire year. That’s monumental people. (ya know what’s even funnier is they never noticed I got my tongue pierced. SURPRISE!)

Mom freaks out. (Duh- she knew how trashy that thing looked, not to mention what it cost, where I’d gotten the money, and how I had lied to get it done.)

Daddy says: “Oh, well, I mean….I guess…well… all the kids are doing it these days anyways!”

That comment probably almost made my father a bachelor.

Here’s to the father that catered to my every need as a child! (Especially bringing me sprite every night when I would whine out…..”daaaaaaaaady???????” in the middle of the night, even though he had to be at work the next day. I love you and the person you are. I am so fortunate to have you, and now- so fortunate to have you as Harper’s Poppie!

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Yes…that’s me in the squirrel suit.

NOW ON TO THE NEXT DADDY!!

The very first one to love my daughter. Actually, the very first man to hold my daughter.

The man who works hard every day so that I can stay at home with Harper and go to school and hardly ever buys anything for himself so that he can maintain our home. He is the best father in the world besides my own. One day he will fall further into her sweet spell and I have the feeling she will be expecting from him what my daddy gave to me during my childhood.

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The day wasn’t about gifts, but let’s face it, I’m not turning down an opportunity for retail therapy on a Sunday!! So Harper and I gave him a pair of shoes he wanted. THEN, being the amazing person he was, he bought me a pretty glass owl I was gawking over!

It made me reflect on an adventure to the Tennessee Aquarium last year. They had a GIANT owl. God only knows how much that thing was. I hugged it and squeezed it and shook it a little…and he looked at me and asked “Baby do you want him? I’ll get him for you if you want him!!” Of course the owl was a little ridiculous- so we opted for something equally as appealing, just smaller.

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I love you Daddy and John- Happy belated father’s day!

FYI: ISN’T THIS THE GREATEST LATE FATHER’S DAY GIFT FROM HARPER?!?!?!

Hope you all had a good father’s day!

Love,

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