Here’s to the guy who has sacrificed time and again, who worked hard to let a mom stay home with her babies–but always found time at the end of the day for those same kids. The man who taught me so much about determination and follow-through, how you need to put action to your words and how there’s almost always a shorter way to say what I mean : ). My dad is in so many ways, an Ashley a generation ahead . . . or maybe I’m the next generation Jim? Either way, we share so many characteristics and it’s because of him that I know I’m going to be just fine down the road. I was so lucky to spend part of the weekend with him, and wish I could give him a hug in person today.
From teaching me how to properly be the “champion of the world” at the age of two all the way to today, when he’s still trying to teach me how to put air in a tire (sadly on my end – unsuccessfully – it’s an Ashley thing, not a Dad thing).
Love this man! I credit him with my willful independence, them big ol’ eyes and maybe a touch of his taste for adventure.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!