daughters

  My kids adore daddy.  When he walks through the door at the end of a long day, a gust of fresh air enters the room.  Everyone is suddenly energized and cheerful, and all temper tantrums-in-progress become long forgotten.  Daddy is the fun one.  Daddy has that special touch.  My daughter, Karenna, jumps into his arms, and it’s all over.  And the feeling is mutual–He’s wrapped around her pudgy little finger. Father’s Day reminds me of this stuff, and also of my own dad.  I remember how he taught me how to bait a hook and check the oil in my first …