12/11

Today is my Dad's birthday. Which means... we can all decorate for Christmas tomorrow! Dad always thought you should wait until after his birthday to put up your Christmas tree. This is something that his mother did when he was growing up and he was always super irritated that mom, Cindy and me wanted to enjoy the decorations for longer, starting at the beginning of the month. He always very begrudgingly brought the tree down from the attic after Thanksgiving, grumbling that no one should decorate until after-Sandy's birthday.

Honestly, I still pretty much feel the same way as I did when I wrote this post, last year. But I won't write the same thing again {I'll just link to it.} 

Happy Birthday, Daddy. Love, Your Princess.

Dad, 1981. With 5 month old me. He was "baby-wearing" before it was popular!

Dad's picture is on my refrigerator and on my mom's at her house. I sometimes kiss the picture or tell my Dad I love him while looking at it. I always show the picture to Crosby and point Pappy out. Guess he's been paying attention!

{The video is blurry, but turn up the volume. And if you're reading this on email, check out the blog website to watch} 

I know that Pappy would've loved Crosby. And he really would've loved him saying his name! 

Love,

Carmen