I've come to know a number of angels walking the earth and just so happened to be blessed enough to be born to two of them and equally blessed to be able to say that I get to talk with both of them every day...lucky, lucky, lucky ME!

This is my Daddio; his name is John.  He calls me "Cheerio!"  I like that a lot.

He's quite a handsome fella and a great catch!  Like those blue eyes?  They are all-knowing and filled with compassion and knowledge beyond belief.

He was a Staff Sergeant in the 5th Armored Division, 387th Battalion D during World War ii.  He, and my mother are two of the reasons we have a great country to live in - she worked in a factory at GE during the war assembling parts used for bazooka guns...another future topic of discussion somewhere here...

I could go on all day about the pride and love I have for my dad (and my mom), but will just leave you with this...  Ever since I was a kid I recognized the goodness and the value of having wonderful parents, even if I did rebel a bit as a teenager.  I've always wished I could share my father with those who didn't have a good father or a father at all because he is such a good man.  My dad is absolutely, hands down, the best man I have ever known in my life.  My wish is that every little or every grown-up girl can say those very same words about her own father too!

Both of my parents INSPIRE me to strive to be a better person every day.  I am so very fortunate and so very blessed.

Happy Birthday Dad!