You know, fathers just have a way of putting everything together.
~ Erika Cosby
He folded my diaper according to the early '60s Yankee infield: Clete Boyer, Bobby Richardson, Joe Pepitone.
He taught me how to mix a proper cocktail. (Although I learned to pump a keg all on my own...)
He showed me how to watch pass plays from both the offensive and defensive perspectives.
He gave me my best writing critiques. Still does.
He instilled in me the values that drive my every move.
He demonstrated the concept of giving back to your community and your world, not for recognition or power -- but because it's the right thing to do.
He gave me a sense of comic timing that serves me well in any circumstance.
He is there for me, no questions asked (ok, maybe one question...) and no matter how old I have become.
I'm his Girlie.
He's my Daddy.
And today is his day.
Here's to you, Daddy.
Happy Father's Day.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
~ Enid Bagnold