Today is the birthday of one of my best friends.
But he’s more than just a best friend. He’s my boss, occasional partner in crime. He’s the constant that I can always count on to listen and give me sound advice.
His random sense of humor keeps life interesting. His unending energy and work drive keeps me scrambling. He’s shown me by example of what it means to be a godly man.
My father. My hero
For his birthday this year, we ran down the pics from his home on the Mason Dixon Line. I transferred them into a photo book and we waited expectantly til he got home from trucking to open the mysterious package.
Someone did a really good job at capturing life on their farm and family in the 60s.
My dad was the youngest of 4-the only boy. The captions in this family album made me chuckle.
Apparently he got a new hat when he was 3 which merited a photo shoot. Such a cutie. I’m reminded again of how much he and Em look alike.
Today we celebrate you FP (short for Father Precious as Jul calls him) I’m so thankful you were born.
Thanks for everything you do for us. We love you,