Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there, but especially to my father. I know I don’t call, or even email, as often as I should/ you would like, but I do love you.
My father once made my neice an adorable play house out of boxes from his new washer and dryer. He felt bad that he’d never been able to do that for me. I almost rolled my eyes. He built a fort in our back yard with a tire bridge and converted our barn to a playhouse. Who needed boxes? I always knew I was loved.