Pops

He taught me how to saddle a horse and ride without looking like "a wet noodle". He showed me how to change a flat tire and check my oil. He instilled in me an appreciation for a hard day's work and struggles to understand my "hard" day of work behind a desk.



I can thank him for my eyes and stubborn streak. He's the first one to help, and while often unsolicted, I know it's because he loves me too much not to.



He spent decades at a job he hated to make sure we never went without. And when he came home, he worked from dawn til dark all over again.

But occasionally there was time for some fun. Getting thrown in the water tank after bailing hay. Listening to him play the harmonica around the camp fire. Bringing us stuffed animals from the claw machines at truck stops. A stupid hat or a goofy laugh.

Happy Father's Day Dad! Hope you're enjoying your weekend camping. Love you.