I love going home and playing with my children. I loved making "tea" with my daughter when she was four or rough-housing with my son. I've been Ken to my daughter's Barbie and I've been Darth Vader to my son's Luke Skywalker. And I have enjoyed every minute.
Thanks Dad, for sharing your adulthood with my childhood so that I may do the same with my kids. Have a GREAT birthday, Pops.
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Dad loved it. Thanks.
Who are you talking about? Were you raised in the same house as us?
:)
Just kidding... I still have the kids try to pull me off the couch, make human sandwiches (now I'm the bottom piece of bread), and crawl around like a horse with them.
Thanks Dad for teaching us how to be a dad.
Love ya,
Charles
When I was growing up, dad was the best father in the neighborhood. Everyone knew it. He was the spiritual leader of the family, a great teacher, lots of fun, and very proud of his family. He was the only father who came to watch our softball team compete. It was a mixture of pride and embarrassment for me when dad would say, "A little bingo out there!" I always knew that he loved me and that he was very proud of me. His sacrifice and hard work affected our choices and therefore he is a major reason we have good marriages and have raised our children in the church. I love you dad! (and mom, too.) Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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