Dear Daddy,

If, in your “previous life”, you ever wished you would spend your adult years surrounded by confidant, stylish, beautiful runway models who worship the ground you walk on, well….um, CHECK.

The past 2 weeks have been so very busy for you, and yet, while we’re thinking of check-off lists, you’ve managed to: build an all-room tent where the girls played without interruption for an entire day, build a POOL, play about 100 games of kickball, put the girls on your head (again x100) to see the baby birds in the nest in our backyard, ’till my garden, survive my endless nagging about ’tilling my garden, take me on not 1, but TWO dates!, and tell us you love us, again, about 100x.  I simply have no idea how you do it all.

We are, as we have always been, the luckiest girls in the world.  Our love for you knows no bounds.  Love, Love, Love, Your Gals