Saturday, June 20, 2009


This is my Daddy.

My Daddy is the strongest
man in the world.

He is a teacher. A coach.

He always has a book around.
He showed me the importance of learning.

Daddy and I talk almost every day.
About basketball. Or football.
We adore the Spurs and the Longhorns.
The off-season does not stop us.

He can do the best play-by-plays
when my cable goes out.
I sometimes hope for an outage.

We have watched games
"together" on the phone.
Or via text message.
I guess you could say it's "our thing".

My Daddy took me places.
Historical places. I credit him with my Alamo love.

He would play with me in the pool.
Throwing me up and into the water.
Over and over again.

Daddy has piercing green eyes.
They can be a little scary.
That's good if you are a fearless teenager.
They were my kryptonite.

My Daddy always welcomes me
home with open arms.
No matter what.

I love you Pops.

And I would be remiss if I didn't mention
another Dad in my life.

In my house, this is who gets that special title of "Daddy".

You have given me the two most wonderful children I can imagine. They are sweet. And loving. And trying. And funny. And stubborn. And maddening. And wonderful.

They make my life complete. And for that, I thank you. More than you will ever know. More than I can ever express.