My Dad

My dad - someone who would spend hours lying on the ground in the playroom playing little people and school...who sat patiently in his chair as I tied bows and ribbons in his hair...who watched ballet performances and home talent shows - a smile of pride on his face...who spent hours outside watching us play - running after us or hiding behind a tree...someone who lay patiently in the sand or in the leaves to be buried...And went swimming in the frigid waters of the Cape...He knew how to make the biggest and best ice tea - the tastiest mash potatoes and would butter our toast to the very edge...He would bring home Marks and Spencer's cookies and Chip-a-witches - or let me buy a Tab on a Saturday - just to make us smile...But he was also a man who would spend hours watering the skating rink outside for us to play - making sure the dishes were always done - the kitchen always clean...the snow always shoveled - the grass always cut - the leaves always raked...He was surrounded by 3 little girls who looked up to him and called him their hero...And hugged him and have him butterfly kisses on his prickly cheeks...He is our dad - and though we have grown and moved out on our own - he is in our heart every day and loved always. Happy Daddy's Day to my daddy xox