I don't say it enough, but I am so lucky to have both of them in my life! They are both the example I use when looking for a future husband.
Daddy is hardworking and always made sure I had everything I needed and more. He was my Big Buddy when I was little and we had Daddy-Daughter dates whenever we had the time. He traveled a lot during my childhood, but never failed to call us ever night--even from halfway across the world or a third world country.
My Grandaddy is one of the bravest men I know. He survived four years in the Army during World War II, put himself through school for two degrees (along with Grams' help, of course!), and raised two daughters. He played with in the backyard, built me swings and slides, and made a mess with me eating watermelon whenever I wanted it.
On top of today being Father's Day, today is also Grandaddy's 93rd Birthday. I think this probably is the hardest this far, even surpassing birthdays in Africa and Europe as a soldier, because he misses my Grams and doesn't understand that she is no longer with us. I wish I could have given her back to him instead of a few polo shirts.
I love these two men, my "boys", so very much and I'm proud to be Daddy's Little Buddy and Grandaddy's Baby.
No comments:
Post a Comment