Royal Birthday

Happy Birthday to the first man I ever loved: My Daddy.

Baker of pies, defender of Grammy's honor, spoiler not only of grand kids but also of his own kids, buyer of pearls, singer of songs, whistle that I would know anywhere, motorcycle rider, grilled chicken expert, builder of swing sets & "tree" houses, can fall asleep nearly anywhere, supporter of our drama/band/karate dreams, bringer of roses to closing night, eater of burnt pop corn & chocolate chip cookies, and much much more.

I love you, Daddy.