Happy (belated) Birthday Papa!

Somewhere in the midst of our illnesses and vacation, I totally forgot my Dad's birthday. Terrible. I am so sorry, Dad. I know you could care less, but I feel really bad. We love you so much! We couldn't ask for a better Dad or Papa. Our kids think you are the best thing on two feet. They love to remind me of when you let them drive the tractor, trying to reason with me to let them drive our car. They are dying for you and Grammy to come and visit. They don't have anything in particular in mind to show you, but simply want you to see the BX! Ha. You are a patient, kind soul. I will always remember the lessons you've shared--how to mow the lawn, perfecting my golf swing, painting, why I should be nice to my sisters, singing lessons, driving lessons, how icy hot remedies most problems (I've already passed this one along) and so many more. You were a great teacher and a wonderful Father. I love you more than you'll ever know. Although I don't talk with you often and we are an ocean apart, my love and respect for you will never faulter. You will always be my Dad. Happy Birthday.

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