July 3 is Daddy’s birthday.  He loved the parties we’d throw in his honor, as much as we loved honoring him.

A birthday memory from happier times a few years ago. Daddy always enjoyed the big party!

Tomorrow is the first July 3rd in my life that he is not here.

I miss him, but I wouldn’t begrudge him a second of the glory that he  knows.  The photo here, about 4 years old, recalls happy times.

But I’m sure he’s happier now than he was even at the time of this photo.  God bless his memory.  May my children see in me the Daddy he was to me.