I still feel your hand....

This one is for you Dad. Yes, you.
I still feel the strength from you holding my hand.

The one who stood back and watched over me as I tested my wings, ready to catch me if I fell.  The one who sang my praises to all who would listen, whether I deserved it or not. The one who taught me that discipline and hard work would get me where I needed to be. Yes, Dad, you gave me strength and the conviction to chase my dreams. I am so much like you Dad, and I am proud of it. You didn't always get the glory, but you were always there in the trenches of raising me through trials and tribulations. You showed me what a good man looked like so that I would recognize it when choosing a partner.  Thank you for being what I needed from a father every step of the way. It is a blessing that I get to share you with my own children. They don't realize it now, but someday they will look back and know in there hearts the rare treasure that they call Papa B.  
Happy Fathers Day dear Daddy.  I love you.

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  1. TanyasTreasureTroveMonday, June 20, 2011

    Hi! Following you from FNF blog hop!
    Hope you visit me and return the follow!:0)

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  2. AnonymousTuesday, June 21, 2011

    Hi honey! Thank you for your kind words. Thanks for the great Fathers Day with your family. I'm so proud of you and all your hard work for your family. How did we get so lucky to have each other.
    Love Ya
    Dad (poppa B)

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