This post is for my dad. He’s the classic Dad figure, from the bad dad jokes right down to the socks with sandals. As a teenager, I didn’t really understand him (as most of us at that age don’t). As I got older (and hopefully wiser) I realized that Dad is, and was, ALWAYS there for me. No matter what was happening, I could come to him about anything. I learned how he expresses his love and affection, and when I had my own kids I started to understand a lot better the why’s and how’s of my childhood.
When I am out giving trunk shows, I always talk about my grandma and my mom, and how they taught me to quilt and supported me. What I sometimes fail to mention is how supportive Dad is. He takes care of my kids so I can travel. When I was writing my book, Dad had me come out with the kids so I could finish the last of the quilts while he watched them. He checks my website daily for updates, and tells all his friends about me.
I am so blessed to have the loving family that I do.
Dad, I am so thankful for you, and everything you do for me. Happy Fathers Day.
I Love You.