My Father's Daughter

  Today I want to attest to the fact that I am my Father's daughter. I have always sworn that he was the best fire builder in. the. whole. wide-WORLD! During my childhood I have fond memories of enjoying the blessings of many a fire made by his hand. Early in the mornings in the winter, nightime in front of the television as a family, and occassional marshmallow roasting.

                                 (Picture from my baby book. I remember this night sitting on the hearth by

                                                              the fire, although you cannot see the fire behind me.)

And now I am proud to say that this legacy lives on in me. How can I prove it, you ask?

 How many people do you know of that can build a blazing fire in the POURING RAIN?! 

*Wink*

Love You Dad!