Always in love with Amy!

Today is the day that the last girl came to us from the STORK.  We always celebrate that day.  My dad. Used to lament the day they said it was a boy.  I don't know why exactly, except that he didn't grow up with boys and his daughters had spoiled him rotten to listening.  We never questioned his authority.  We always trusted his word in spite of ourselves.  Amy celebrated daddy more than us all.  What a daddy's girl she was.  No girls ever enshrined their dad like we did, what ever he did or said.  We believed he was always right.  We just did.

Dad found Amy's Achilles heel for accomplishment was money and he used it for a really good purpose in her life.  In some ways he was like a mad scientist in child rearing perspectives.  He had all power and he used it to the best of his ability.  He made a lot of mistakes, but he had a great intention. I for one, love how Amy turned out and I love the love that she showed to my dad, all the way until the end.

When I walked into the room she was still talking to him and asking him questions.  No dad, don't leave us, I still have questions, she was saying. Tone boy was on the floor, exhausted, but Amy was focused on her dad.  She is really a great woman!   Happy birthday my Amy!