I voted this morning. And I've got to say that I felt ecstatic waiting in line, looking around at this diverse group of individuals who have shown up to give their opinion of who should lead this great country. And their opinion counts. Not only was I proud to cast my vote for the candidate of my choosing, but
I dreamed that one day tiny tots would pull on my pant leg, waiting to be picked up, calling me by that name.
And they did.
Two beautiful girls. Prettier than any I’d ever seen.
And they still are.
There have been many dolls. Many beaches. Many bowls of popcorn. Much dancing in the kitchen.
More memories than one man deserves.
They’re grown now. But they’re still my little girls.
We still love beaches. And popcorn. And dancing in the kitchen. But I kind of miss the dolls.
Today I celebrate my Dad, who I have missed for thirty-five years. My wife’s Dad. And being a Dad.
Full of gratitude. And oh so proud. I am a blessed man.