Since I go to the Playboy Jazz Festival, I miss Father's Day Sunday [almost] every year.
My daughter always manages to slip a Father's Day Card or a gift or a something in my luggage to wish me well. I find it as I unpack.
Today, so determined she wouldn't miss it, she gave me an all-time favorite interest of mine:
The Simithsonian Field Guide to the Birds of North America.
She knows me well.
We hugged.
I cried.
What a sweetie....takes after her Mom
I love my kids.
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