HAPPY FATHERS DAY...

No, I didn't say Happy Farters Day! I love the father of my children, he is a wonderful man, my husband and soul mate. I must be telling the truth because he doesn't even know that I have a blog *heehee*... My father is one of my favorite people ever. He "gets it" on the same level that I do. We share the same odd sense of humor. He is very well read and very intelligent. We can converse about everything. I really admire him. I hope that he lives for a very VERY long time. He is going to be 69 this year (woohoo Pops!!!) and his health could be better.

When I was growing up he was my main caregiver. My mom is a wonderful woman who has always worked very hard. But I had two brothers before me. She was a busy lady. Her gall bladder exploded when I was a newborn and Pop was forced to take care of me. We have had a tight bond ever since. He showed me the finer points of driving a standard, he drove me to school on the days that I missed the bus. I worked where he did for years. He has always been my pal. Someone that I can confide in. Mom hates the fact that we have TONS of inside jokes. She thinks we are laughing at her. We're not (most of the time). We even have a Christmas shopping day, just he and I to get my mother something for the holidays. We both love word games and useless trivia. I always wanted to marry someone like my Pops because I admire him so much. I married the Hubs although he won't ever measure up to Pops, my Pops loves him and approves of him whole heartedly. I guess I couldn't have asked for better than that. In fact he refers to the Hubs as his "long lost son". I love my Pops and I feel like a very lucky/blessed person because he is still here. My parents are still married to each other & very much in love. They don't have affairs or children with other people. I hope everyone that reads this takes a minute to think about the man that made it possible for you to exist. And if you are lucky like me you two have a wonderful relationship. If you didn't, I hope you think about burying the axe that the both of you grind and forgive each other for any hurt that you have caused each other.

Life is not a dress rehearsal, you only get this go around once, make it count.