Happy Birthday Daddio!
Today is my Dad's birthday. He's such an incredible person, but very rarely realizes it. So today's post is a poem to you, Dad. I hope you had a great birthday. 🎉 My Dad. He is strength. He is bravery. He is hard-work. He is determination. He is bedtime prayers and counting sheep. He is faith. He is love. He is laughter. (Especially when not trying 😉) He is proud. He is perseverance. He is biscuits and gravy. He is cat nuzzles. He is hot irons and starch. He is worry. He is provision. He is sensitivity. He is coffee. He is Curve. He is the History Channel. He is old westerns. He is John Fogerty. He is Magic Carpet Ride. He is percussion. He is tractor. He is carpentry. He is mechanics. He is coveralls. He is naps. He is mustache. He is bubble baths. He is shined shoes. He is Rolling Stones. He is taking entirely too long to take a photo. He is kindness. He is wisdom. He is acceptance. He