Pops

Ok, I know I am copying some other blogger friends, but I have written about my mom, so I should write about my dad. Happy Father's Day! This is late, but I thought I should add my thoughts as well.
You know the saying that I am turning into my parents... Well I know I am doing it, even though it is still kind of weird. I wanted to call my dad pops, but he said as long as you call your mother mops. It did not work. Here I am telling this story! His corny sense of humor and I am sharing it. I shared the story over the weekend, too. Mom said rather emphatically no; even though it was a retelling of the story.
I found one of those cards that opens out and tells a story with a little pictures as it goes along. My dad loves those cards, so I had to get him one. It made him laugh and that was good. He has a good laugh and a good smile. The card made me think of when I was younger, we would get him cards like that. He also got cards like that for my mom for their anniversary.
My dad is such a good example to me. He will give you whatever he has. He is so forgiving. He has a strong sense of family. He loves my mom. He cares about people. He is the hardest worker I know. He is smart. He can put things together and build almost anything. He would share his black licorice with you that he got for Father's Day but no one wants any!