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Tag Archives: Fathers Her first ride on an airplane. I was a proud Momma. Walking through the airport, ten paces behind her Poppy and I, acting as if she owns the place and does it every day. Staring out the window of the plane and awing at the reality that “We are higher than the clouds!” Enjoying snacks […]  I just spent a weekend with my Dad. Just the two of us. It was marvelous. I must admit, though, that father/daughter relationships seem complicated. Growing up my Dad was my hero. He could do no wrong. He could think no wrong. If you dared disagree with an opinion he had, well, you were wrong. […] |
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