Daddies are pretty wonderful

{l-r: Daddy, Mom, Mimi, Uncle Robert, me, Grandad, Daniel}

I enjoyed the opportunity to get together with my nearest and dearest this past Sunday to celebrate the daddies in my life. I'm blessed to have my daddy, my Grandad, and my great uncle (Uncle Robert) in my life. They're all beyond wonderful, and I could just go on and on about all of them, but I won't...they'd hate it. I've shared about Grandad here and here. Uncle Robert is Mimi's older brother, and he moved back to Tuscaloosa from Texas eight years ago. I've really enjoyed getting to know him, and I love to hear his stories. I'm glad he's still with us.

My sweet daddy has a wicked sense of humor and can do anything. If he doesn't already know how to do it, he can teach himself. He teaches me how to cook. He has a whole bed full of tomato plants in his garden, even though he hates tomatoes, because he knows I love them and have no garden of my own. He taught me how to drive. He works harder than any human being I know. He's helped me move 10+ times, even though he despises moving. He bit his tongue and helped dig me out of the hole when I bounced no fewer than 247 checks in college. He encourages my fledgling photography attempts. He loves me even though I'm a goober...he loves that I am a goober.

{We kinda like him.}

{dynamic duo}

{re-enacting the "Thinker" pose the church directory photographer made him do...needless to say, he didn't choose that picture}

Daddies are pretty wonderful.