I remember when my hand was too little to hold his, so I just grabbed a finger. I remember sitting on his lap after he got home from work. I remember how he let me "style" his hair while he relaxed on the couch. I remember he always told me that the shy boys were the good ones. He helped me build and launch a model rocket (yes, I'm a geek), supported my losing soccer team (never won even once), hugged me when I broke up with my first boyfriend in highschool, and took me to Chile when I turned 30. I don't think anybody believes in me more. I love you, Dad!
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Oh, make me cry!!! We really were lucky to have a father who spent so much time interested in us. I believe that was and still is, very rare.
Posted by: Jill | 2004.06.20 at 14:21