There are a lot of things I would sorely lack without my Daddy.
Memories of walking around the old petting zoo at Stone Mountain, and those Winnie-the-Pooh hiking boots.
A photo of little baby me in my Daddy’s arms as he read the Bible to me early in the morning so Mom could go back to sleep.
Applesauce alongside Italian food. Apparently this is an unusual thing.
Jell-O. Mom only makes it because Daddy likes it.
Cold leftovers (yes, I do eat cold food on occasion).
Yellow Label. If you don’t know what this is, I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.
I also inherited my love of fig preserves and sorghum, and the knowledge of shelling pecans and cooking homemade applesauce.
A secretary to give out my phone number when he so chooses, after I get a phone (take that, Driver’s Ed!).
How to turn the water off at the street, and chop wood, and wash a car, and focusing a telescope. The moon is amazing.
My hands wouldn’t be as strong.
My sense of humor and my terrible punning would be lacking.
I learned how to catch a fish, what a plane flight is like, and how to turn a squashed tomato plant into a tire swing with him.
Happy birthday, Dad. 🙂