My Dad

I know this is not the first post about my dad. Maybe that was on the other blog? Here is my disclaimer...this post and my feelings for my dad in no way reflect how I feel about anyone else. It does not take away from how I feel about anyone else, and my love for everyone else does not pale in comparison, but it might sound like it by time I'm done. We can't love any two people in our lives in the exact same way, and therefore I can say that I don't love anyone else the way I love him, but that's true for how I feel about you, too.
Ready?
I LOVE MY DAD.
I am the biggest daddy's girl in the universe and I don't care. I don't care even a little bit, because anyone who knows him wishes they could be too. He is the all time best. When you meet him you feel like you've known him forever. He can talk to anyone about anything. He can fix anything at all. We rely on him WAY too much probably, but he just knows about any little thing under the sun. He's HYSTERICAL. He is just plain ole funny, and I don't know where he pulls the funny stuff out of. I love it when he stops to tell me a story about one of his grandbabies, something that has wowwed him. I love it when I hear him laughing, truly laughing. I still remember the first time I ever really heard it and took notice...CJ was a newborn and Lindsay 8 months old, and she was cracking him up. Big belly laughs. He never made us feel like we were in the way when we were young. He let us oil the printing presses for him. He let us "help" him paint or anything else he was doing. He does this for our babies now too. No matter what he's doing, they can help. They can hammer, they can paint, he takes the time to play, really play with them. Baseball, making birdhouses, growing and picking veggies, you name it. Going to the park. I love him so very much, I can't imagine being without him. There are no words for how I feel. He coached our softball team for I don't even know how many years. He did it for Rose too. I know that he makes mum nuts because she is his wife and she has had to put up with all sorts of shit that we don't, but as his daughter, I hit the jackpot. He's magnet for kids, too. Kids LOVE HIM, and no wonder why. He doesn't blow them off, he plays. He shows them what's important. He loves animals and doesn't kill insects.
I love him. I love him bigger than the whole world. He buys me (us, Michelle gets babied too) (I'm sure Cullen does too) lottery tickets. He keeps M&M's on hand for the kids. He asks about whatever is making me cry and wants to make it better. He gives without even thinking about it. He was brave enough to let me practice cutting hair on his head when I was first learning- I'll never forget scared I was, and how much I loved him for trusting me. he insisted I learn to drive a stick when i didn't want to. And I learned how to change a tire, and put in oil. He bought us stereos so we'd have good music in our cars. He is GOOD.
My babies have the best grandpa in the world. He reminds me of his dad. I loved my Grandpa and miss him still. They look a lot alike and sometimes I can hear Grandpa in something dad says or does.
He is just the all time best.
I! LOVE! MY! DAD!