I am a few days late with this post, but better late than never, right?! His card and gift arrived on time this year…next year I will get this done on time! My dad is the backbone of our family. My mother, two sisters and I have depended on him for much throughout the years and he has expected nothing in return. As our family grows I now see the way he interacts with my nieces and nephew and I feel like I have a front row seat to what he was like when we were kids. He is not only an AMAZING Father and Grandpa, but an amazing man. Every time I meet someone new and they find out who my dad is they all tell me what a great man he is, I couldn’t agree more. About 7 years ago my Dad had a heart attack and I can say without a doubt it was the biggest, most frightening day of my life. I didn’t know I could love or appreciate him more that I had before that day, but I do and I thank God for giving me seven more years with him. I pray for many, many more!
My Dad is very goofy and I still believe to this day his life’s mission is to mess with me until I get frustrated. I got better at ignoring it over the years, but as I get older I secretly enjoy it! Makes me feel like his little girl again. I have so many fond memories that I could post for days, but I’ll just share a few:
When I was a little girl I had LONG hair past my butt and each night after Dad would give us girls a bath he would brush my hair out on his jeans. Then he would take his spot on the bed and me on the floor in front of the full length mirror. After he was done braiding my hair he would poke my ears from behind so it looked like the wiggled on their own. We also had a lot of footie pajamas and he would always take the hair dryer and stick it in the legs for a few minutes so when we put them on they would be roasty toasty!
Many, many times I remember sitting in the living room with my hand outstretched to recieve the drink he was bringing me. As soon as he got within a few feet he would fake trip and the cup would go flying onto me…of course the cup was empty. Good trick Dad. I can’t wait to use it on my kids someday.
I’ll leave with a few of his silly sayings that my sister’s and I are beginning to incorporate into our adult lives!
“Up your nose with a rubber hose.”
“Head ‘em up. Move ‘em out.”
“Little birdie in the sky, dropped some white wash in my eye. I don’t wimper, I don’t cry, I’m just glad cows don’t fly.”
“I always said I had one good kid.”
Happy Father’s Day, Dad (Daddy, Tommy Boy, TI, Pappi, Pops….)! Over the years you have shown me what the definition of unconditional love and sacrifice is. I couldn’t be more proud to call you my Father. Thank you. I love you so much!

I took this photograph of my Dad back in 2004 while in school at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale. My portfolio at the time was shot with a 4×5 view camera and Polaroid Type 55 film. I’m so glad to have had the chance to learn film cameras and darkroom printing even though I haven’t shot film in about five years! In fact I haven’t touched a view camera, darkroom tray or box of photo paper since 2004 and my fellow classmates will understand the sadness of Type 55 being extinct. So sad. I still have a big 20 x 24 framed print of this hanging in my studio. Everyone that comes by comments on what a great photo it is and those that know him think it portrays his strength and gentle spirit perfectly. I think he is pretty darn handsome (especially for an old fart!). The dog in the background is our dearly missed Golden, Willy. I am partial, but I am pretty sure he was the best dog that EVER lived. He was so odd that day…just stood in the water up to his chest for the 20 minutes it took to get a few shots and never moved his eyes from me.