Dad in the morning with sweet trumpets sounding,
Wiping my boogers then acting astounded,
Backpacking weekends where we all would sing,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Six girls and three boys and still time for talking,
Daddy was up for some biking or walking,
Beaches and rivers, sequoia park swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When a plate breaks, when the bees sting,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember the good times with Dad,
and then I don't feel.... so bad!
Happy Father's Day, I know it's cheezy but that happens to be your middle name.
Thanks for being you Dad, I couldn't ask for a better childhood.
Wiping my boogers then acting astounded,
Backpacking weekends where we all would sing,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Six girls and three boys and still time for talking,
Daddy was up for some biking or walking,
Beaches and rivers, sequoia park swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When a plate breaks, when the bees sting,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember the good times with Dad,
and then I don't feel.... so bad!
Happy Father's Day, I know it's cheezy but that happens to be your middle name.
Thanks for being you Dad, I couldn't ask for a better childhood.
1 comment:
Cheezy but true. Love it!
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