I was digging through a stack of photos today (while I should be packing for our trip tomorrow, but whatever) and came across this photo:



The picture has three of my very favorite things:

1. My dad
2. My doll
3. My (new) cowboy boots

You'll notice the HOT outfit I have on. And by "hot", I mean, "My mom made my clothes". It was most certainly a rarity to find Little HDW in anything other than that ensemble. I would trudge around in the muck and mud on the farm, behind my dad. He was dirty, so I should be dirty, too.

I also found this picture, taken the night before my high school graduation:



The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan. ~Garrison Keillor

Labels: daddy, love thursday