Sunday, June 15, 2008

Father's Day 2008

My May 30th post really speaks to the qualities that Tony possesses as husband and father. Please scroll down and read that post again. It is heartfelt and so deserving of a second read!

Are you back? Good, on with today's post!......
Molly and I are the two luckiest girls on the planet and we know it! We thank God on a daily basis that Tony was brought into each of our lives. It is only fitting that we have a day to honor him. We would like to say Happy Father's Day to the man we love beyond belief!
Tony has continued to travel for his job and has had so little time get things done around the house and yard. For a Father's Day gift Molly and I took it upon ourselves to get some gardening done for him. We mowed and edged the lawn, laid countless bags of mulch, selected and planted annuals in the garden and filled planters full with flowers. Here's a quick peek at some of our handiwork:

You might be thinking to yourself, "How much gardening can a 2 year old do?" As it turns out, Molly was quite into the whole gardening experience. The girl, who only months ago wouldn't walk on grass barefoot, was one with the flowers. She loved helping out and digging in the dirt. Go figure! It must be because it was for her daddy. She's also an ace at watering--both the plants and herself.

Molly not only worked in the yard but she also sacrificed days at the pool and park to complete this project. That's pretty big stuff for a toddler. It was quite a labor of love. In addition to the gardening project, Molly gave her daddy and original signed and framed piece or artwork. Very reminiscent of Jackson Pollock, don't you think?

Everything Dad
A little girl needs her daddy
To love her with manly charm,
To soothe her when she’s hurt,
And keep her safe from harm.

A girl needs her dad
To show her a man who’s good,
To help her make right choices,
As only a father could.

A girl needs her father
Just to be aware,
He’ll always be there for her
To sustain her and to care.

You’ve been all these things, Dad.
I hope that you can see
How much I treasure you;
You mean everything to me.
By Joanna Fuchs

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