Thinking of my dad a little more (if that’s even possible) this weekend on his 75th birthday. I wish I could tell him all about Maxwell’s deer. He wasn’t a deer hunter but he would occasionally hunt birds and I know he would have been impressed with my sharp shooter! I wish I could be discussing Maxwell’s upcoming Eagle project with him. It is so up his alley and, man, how do I wish he was here to help Maxwell build it. I wish I could tell him how well Spencer has handled the junior high this year. I would tell him how proud of I am of him for having the best football season ever but how I’m even more proud of how he handled the disappointment of basketball tryouts and I know he’d agree. I wish he could just see Samantha and how magical she is and see how much I delight in having a little girl. He knew how much I reeeeeally wanted a girl. Especially a girly girl like her who is also uber competitive like me. I wish I could tell him about how all three definitely use their best judgment…most of the time. I wish he could be with GJ on her all of her travel adventures and daily steps and determination to thrive even when life is hard. I wish I could tell him Happy Birthday and give him a big hug.

I wish I could tell him all these things but I also think he already knows.

Happy Birthday Daddy. We love you and we miss you. Now I’m going to go listen to some Andy Williams in your honor because it is “the most wonderful time of the year!”