my da… (yes, i say “da”… pronounced “dah” without the “d” at the end) don’t ask why.  i just do.  he’s my da.  and today is a day for me to honor him.  it’s a great day because i can put my gratefulness into words for all to see.  and i LOVE being able to put it into words how thankful i am for him, for all that he has done for our family, and for all that he has taught me in terms of being a parent myself.

da & mom

i have a new appreciation for my da, that really hit home for me today.  paul and i (with the magoo) returned home to annapolis, maryland from our week’s vacation in florida.  the week was awesome (as many of you have already read).  but today, as paul and i stood and waited in baggage claim for our 4 suitcases (yes 4) plus a stroller, diaper bag, and camera bag, i had an entirely new appreciation not only for my parents, but for my da… because the da’s are the one’s who haul the shit.  

they wait for the friggin bags, hope to sweet jesus they’re not lost, and then haul them out to the car.  they do the heavy lifting.  but then they have the sweet heart that gives you the smooch and says “this was so fun.  i’m glad i had this time with you.”

my bro, da, and mom

 and that’s what my da has always done for my brother, brian, and i…  he’s shlepped suitcases, toys, barbies (for me, not for my brother), golf bags, and everything in between here there and everywhere, providing his family with all the comforts of home near or far.

my da is fun loving, hard working, proud, caring, determined…  a good soul.

granda and the magoo

i’m so unbelievably grateful for my da… and for all the wisdom that he has to pass on to my son.

happy father’s day da!  i love you endlessly!  i’m thinking of you always, but especially today.

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