HE WANTED TO GO TO THE BEACH

It's Father's Day, so we can't argue with him on this day. We pack up his favorite girls and go.

The dog runs, the dog walks, the dog looks back to make sure all is well. The daughter walks, the daughter talks... The dad looks, listens, and smiles.


He first came along so many years ago and quickly bonded with my two daughters. He became their dad. My third daughter is 21 years old now and he was in the delivery room for this one. She melts his heart by just being.

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She was born the day Dr. Seuss died. Dr. Seuss was/is their favorite author. Hop on Pop - a special favorite. She said it was the best because when they finished reading it night...after night...after night...she would get up on the furniture or just start at ground level and, you guessed it, Hop On Pop! The picture shows a "Hop on Pop" journal where she wrote him a letter. It ended up being a few pages long and contains a lot of specialness. He hasn't read it yet, on this, his day. I think he doesn't want us to see him cry.

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Thank you David, for being their Dad. Happy Father's Day!

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