There's are few things in life that are as wonderful and important as having a good father. Fortunately for my brother, sister and me, we not only have a good father, we have the best one. I could list out reason after reason for why our dad really would win any "father of the year" contest, but I think it really comes down to this....he loves his family above all else and he has the type of faith required to stay with a family during sorrows as well as the joys of life. So, to the man who made up the "giraffe story", taught me how to count money (YIKES!), said my prayers with me at night, didn't run screaming for the hills during my 13th-18th year and still tracks all my flights to make sure we land safely....Thank you. You are going to be world's best grandfather as well. And, just think, you don't have to worry about the kid's curfew!
As I sit here typing, of course I am also thinking about how lucky my little baby will be. Next year will be Jay's first official "Father's Day". I have no doubt in my mind that he will be going down in the history books as another "world's best dad".
All in all, I'm a damn lucky girl.
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