As I tip-toed down the stairs this morining carrying a box from Marshall Fields and three unsigned cards, I could hear Patrick reading out loud. And there they were, Katie cuddled in on her daddy's lap. What a wonderful sight.
A loving daddy and his happy adoring daughter.

I wish you could see how she looks at Patrick.
It's something that sticks in your heart.



Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.
Lydia M. Child


Why is it that I feel the blessed one?


Happy Father's Day, Dads!

Encourage one another,
Donna