08 March 2014

Daddy Days

I am so grateful for Daddy Days. B is home for five days out of every eight, and while most of those days are full of the horse breeding operation, hauling for the clinic, tending to the rent house, or tending to our own place and the continuous construction, there’s often room for Katie to tag along.

Because she says, “I go everywhere Daddy goes.”

Go on ahead and melt now; you know he does.

Daddy Days mean going to get donuts for breakfast.

Daddy Days mean going for walks in the creek and exploring in your rubber boots.

Daddy Days mean making sure you’ve hit up every single park in town, at least once. It’s a veritable concert tour of local playgrounds.

Daddy Days mean going to lunch with hunky cowboys…the big ones AND the little ones.

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