There were times growing up that I wished my dad weren't right there. Like when I had a little too much to drink while I was in high school. I didn't appreciate the furious yelling, getting chased around the house with a leather belt, and not being allowed to go out with my friends the following weekend. But, he was there. Now, looking back, I appreciate that he was there.
So, happy father's day, Dad.
And also, happy last father's day not being a father to my husband. I've got a year to think of a great gift for someone who will be a great father!
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