Happy Father's Day

When I was a little girl we would go to the "city" (which was San Francisco) to picnic at the beach. I ate plenty of sand in my sandwiches on a plaid blanket while bundled up in my coat because the weather was always gray and cold. The water was even colder. That didn't keep me from wanting to get my feet wet. And it didn't keep me from getting the rest of me wet too--only that was because one of those big waves would knock me over.

I'd get rescued by my daddy, wrapped up in his big red sweater, and pulled into a big hug while my teeth chattered away. Yes, I remember it fondly.

To my daddy and all the other wonderful daddy's out there (including my wonderful DH) Happy Father's Day!