Happy Fathers Day

Lillian. This is you and Daddy at Tate. A special place to your Daddy. We have a video of you and your Aunt Marie playing on this field with Lily Kate last June. I'll always have that playing in my head when we are there. Your Daddy is one part of an amazing family - and Tate is a place where we have so much fun together. I'm glad you have all your Aunts and Uncles!! I'm loving watching you grow up as a part of your daddy's family.

I love that your daddy has strong shoulders. He can carry you this way a lot longer than I can. And he loves dong it.

Daddy is all about having fun in the water. The first chance he had, when you were a baby, he ran you to the edge of the ocean and put your feet in the water. This was in El Salvador at your Uncle Bob and Aunt Nelly's wedding. You were three months old and we had just arrived to our hotel...the sun was just about gone and we were tired. But your Daddy made sure that day you got to touch the water.


He believes gaming can be good for children (there are many studies, he is quick to point out).


"Good" for you or not, spending time with Daddy is worth it's weight, so I look forward to many hours of watching you and your daddy game together.

No doubt, your Daddy is enthausatic when taking on a "role" - be it Daddy or Monster. You love to tell him, "you're being silly Daddy" - but I know you love that sillyness.

Because of your Daddy, I know you are going to be one tough cookie. He never thinks your "too little" for things like sledding down hill.

You'll be programming before I know it.



Daddy is the one who moved you beyond books into the tales of "Lavender and Marigold" that he started making up much to your delight. You now often direct the stoires, but the orginal idea and characters are all his. It is sweet.

Your Daddy, as I said, has an amazing family - they are all your Aunts and Uncles and Sauni (pronounced "Sunny"). This is your Aunt Marie who loved you so much. We miss her so much.



With Daddy around you'll learn to swim in no time.

Look at your Daddy trying to impress you (you are in this photo wraped in a towl on my lap. I know you were smiling watching your crazy Daddy.)

Oh, The Love of a Daddy

So many people would tell us before Gwen was born that we were "chosen" to be her parents. It dawned on me in the last few weeks that I can see how that may have been true, because of who her father is. If she really only was going to be here for two months - then she she was given to a daddy who bonded and loved her from the get go. Newborns, lets face it, are all about their mommy, especially if they are nursing. If their Daddy wants to watch from a safe distance until they grow a little stronger, smile and begin to be more personable and interested in the rest of the world they wouldn't know the difference. Myers, he's not that kind of daddy. He jumps in with both feet, newborn on up.

He changed more diapers than me while she was in the hospital. I made him be the one to practice placing the "yellow pipe" to her tummy and he stepped up to the plate with no complaint. He is the reason she finally took to nursing. Myers pushed me to keep trying when I was discouraged enough to think all efforts a waste. He is totally comfortable holding little babies and held her and talked to her as if she new what he was saying. He even insisted that he could hold her the first part of the night until she woke to nurse (she slept on top of me every night.) He was 100% involved and in love with Gwenyth, bonded and in love. She had many, many sweet "daddy moments." I miss those Gwen and Daddy moments.

Myers loved his Gwenyth Gumdrop, it was a sight to see, and he blesses us all with the "type" of Daddy he is; I'm grateful that Gwen had him.