My handsome daddy as a teen.
Daddy holding me.
Daddy giving me a horsey ride.
Me in my Daddy's boots.
Me pretending to play my Daddy's COOL guitar.
At my Great-Grandma's house when
I was a teen.
After I graduated.
Still holding me, at 21!
Singing, Thy Word is a Lamp unto my Feet
by Amy Grant at my maternal
Grandmother's birthday party.
Still holding me, last November, when I was 40.
(I asked him if he was glad that I don't
weigh 250 pounds now that I'm grown.)
At my house, celebrating
his last birthday, 70 years.
I love him.
I miss him.
I didn't have the ability to appreciate
him enough while he was here.
I'm glad he is in heaven with my Jesus and
singing in the Amazing Choir!