Today marks 25 years since my Dad died. I was definitely Daddy's Little Girl...here we are in 1954 when we went to ride the ponies. I wanted to be a cowgirl...and Dad always encouraged me to be whoever I wanted to be...even when he didn't quite agree. Like when I moved to San Diego...he hated to see me go, but never once tried to stop me. I always loved that.
So, Dad...I'm thinking of you with deep love & admiration today...and always. Thanks for helping me & loving me. I miss you so very much.