Okay I am a daddy’s girl! I talk to my father several time a week. We joke and pick and socialize and I love that I am his “poopy-loopy” (Yes I said it, the wonderful nickname from birth). My dad was a big part of my life even when the military took him to places out of my reach. I remember when he put together my first bike. I was 5 years old stationed at Wurtsmith AFB, Michigan. My bike was pink with a white basket and those cool tassels. I had no idea how to ride it and I was scared to death I would fall. My dad twirled me around the parking lot until I could balance. He never let go that whole first ride. After a few days I was off like a rocket. It was one of the best days we spent together. I don’t remember the holidays he missed or the birthdays when we were apart. I only remember the fun I had when he was home and I have a lot of those memories to share. Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. Remember its not about the time you spend its about what you do when you are together! Make the most of every moment!

  {By profession, I am a soldier and take pride in that fact. But I am prouder – infinitely prouder – to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys. The one has the potentiality of death; the other embodies creation and life. And while the hordes of death are mighty, the battalions of life are mightier still. It is my hope that my son, when I am gone, will remember me not from the battle field but in the home repeating with him our simple daily prayer, ‘Our Father who art in Heaven.’}- Douglas MacArthur

~ Amanda, Sygnet Creations