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I’m heading out to hang with my family and friends and wanted to drop a few Father’s Day wishes and thoughts in the well before I do. Happy Father’s Day to the all the fathers out there! All those on their way to becoming fathers. All those who hope to be fathers. Those who may have lost the child(ren) they fathered. To those who stand in the gap for fathers. To those whose fathers have passed on, hugs to you and may your day be wrapped in good memories of your father. And an extra special Father’s Day to those Fathers and sons who are caught away from their families fighting a war we don’t understand for a country we love - WE salute you. I grew up without my father but I was fortunate to have father figures in my life starting with my Grandfather. We lost him much too soon but I have great memories of Sunday mornings sitting at the breakfast table with him and my Grandmother - each of us with our cup of coffee (ok, I had mostly milk and sugar with enough coffee to give it color). I remember climbing into his lap, kissing his cheek and wondering if everybody’s Granddaddy tasted salty. LOL I have great memories of my uncles, especially my Uncle Johnny. I remember spending the night at his apartment in Brooklyn with my Grandmother. My nightgown matched my Grandmother’s - pink floral print and I remember my uncle tucking me in bed, kissing me on the forehead and saying, “Goodnight, Li’l Grandma.” I remember when he discovered how much I liked to read and gave me my first magazine subscription. Reader’s Digest. My uncle was probably one of my first pen pals and you can just imagine how excited I was last year when I found a bunch of his letters. Fatherhood, like Motherhood, isn’t easy. I pray that for each and everyone of you, it is more than worth it. Happy Father’s Day!! Live DELICIOUSLY! ~ J ~ Comment Below |
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