Well its that time to say thanks to dad for being dad. I know some of you either don't know your dad, dad has passed or there is a divorce.... But for a brief time you had a dad or some one that was close to being a dad (even mom). My dad and I are friends now. that didnt happen until I was 25. I almost died when I was 25. I think that woke him up to how fragile life is. My Uncle was my dad. He's the one who took me to Sox games, fishing and taught me to ride me bike. In my heart hes my dad figure. My dad has since stepped up to the plate since my Uncle has died. I think hes still learning on how to be a father and grandfather at the same time......... i work long late hours. some days i dont see the boy for longer than 30 min. i feel like im becominf the "wait till your dad gets home dad". Anyways its late and i have to go to sleep. I cant wait to see what the boys gave me....
UPDATE!! -- my kids made me breakfast..... 2 sliders , a salad and melon cubes.... mmm mmm good
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