Father's Day

Both of my parents are two of the most amazing, caring, funny individuals. I posted a while back about my mom and her gift of the stuffed cow, and as I was unpacking I found another stuffed object that my dad had given me years ago. So many years ago, that I wasn't even married yet! I can't remember exactly when...I think it was right before I moved to Georgia to go and be with my soon-to-be husband who was stationed there.

I do remember that my dad and I were in a Mr. Paperback, and I spotted this really freakin' adorable and soft stuffed moose.  I fawned over it for a bit and then put it back down on the shelf.

Sometime after that -- my memory is unclear as to exactly how long after -- my dad gave me that moose.  He had gone back behind me, and bought it for me.

My memory is very clear as to how scared I was at that time. I was moving away from my family and everything was changing so quickly.  Having that moose meant the world to me at that point. The world became a pretty scary place for me as the next few years went on, and it was a reminder that someone out there loved me, no matter how dumb I was.

Great, now I'm making myself cry!

Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!

Fear has approved this moosey!