Happy Birthday Daddy.

I don't know what it is about girls, but no matter how big we get we still call them daddy. Today is my daddy's birthday. This is Daddy & me when I was little. See? I really did have a bowl haircut.


When Spencer was figuring out how our family worked, he would say to Lauren and me, "MY daddy!" and we would respond "MY daddy too!"

My dad loves airplanes. He flies all around the country in his Malibu, and I love to fly with him. We've flown to Nassau in the Bahamas, Indiana, western Nebraska, and Mackinac Island. Every landing is a conversation. Dad will say something informative about the landing, or we will compliment him, or we will laugh one off that is a little bumpy (rarely happens).

One time my brother was sitting with Tracy on a commercial flight. Spencer couldn't see my dad, so he assumed that my dad was flying. When they landed, my brother yelled "Yeah Daddy! Good job Daddy! Yeah Daddy!" He was confused but adorable.

So happy birthday Dad! Yeah Daddy! Good job Daddy!