Father's Day '11
Each girl made me cry today. Gretchen wrote me a poem (below) and Melinda a photo video collage with her playing piano for the background soundtrack. My Dad He looks best in his robe patterned in plaid. That is my dad. I’d never have a reason to call him a bother. That is my father. If I ever wanted to play golf, for sure he’d be my caddy. That is my daddy. If I ever gave him a suggestion, he’d never say “Nah.” That is my da. When I feel sad, he is always there. That is my père. He tells stories even better that Aesop. That is my pop. He never ceases to make me happy. That is my pappy. ~Gretchen