This day is a bittersweet one for me. I lost my dad at the ripe old age of 5, but I married this guy who's an awesome dad to my kids, so everything turned out ok. It's weird to think that I was only a little older than Victoria when my father died. I spent so many years being sad and angry that he missed the big moments- high school/ college graduations, my wedding, the birth of all of my children. Then, I realized that had he been alive, we may have never moved, and I wouldn't have met Wesley and had the 3 beautiful children I have now. I wish he could have met them. I know that he's somewhere laughing at how awesomely appropriate karma can be when he watches not one, but TWO girls with the...let's call it "spirit"... of his youngest and most difficult child. Happy Fathers' Day to all dads here and beyond.
