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February 7, 2019


After Ginny and I were born, Daddy gave himself completely over to loving us, “his girls.”  Daddy is a tough disciplinarian for sure, but we were never too old to be close. Even still, we sit close on the couch, his hand on the back of our heads.  We hug each other hello and goodbye. Sometimes, we hold hands on the front porch swing.

Ginny and I used to tease Daddy about being overprotective.  We didn’t understand why he would spend time thinking through the worst that could happen in any given scenario.  We’ve decided it is likely a healthy combination of both genetics and the thirty-two years he spent as a probation officer.      Continue Reading