Friday, September 16, 2011


There are so many fond memories I have of my childhood and of my father. One of my favorites is when we were fixing dinner in the kitchen, my father would grab either my mom, my twin sister, or I and start dancing to a song he would sing, right there in the kitchen. When were very small he would pick us up and hold us but we had to have our cheek to his or the music and the dancing would stop until our cheek was touching his again. My father was a great dancer and loved to sing even if he was a little off key at times. When my children were really little, I used to do the same with them. Such great memories of a wonderful dad.

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