Happy Birthday Dad!

When I was in labor with my first, I remember being at the hospital and walking the halls through painful contractions. Mr. Keller was, of course, by my side. But I can remember seeing my dad come through the elevator doors. He came right to me and I fell into his arms and cried; my huge stomach between us. I was so relieved to have him there. It was like I didn't even realize how frightened I was until he had come and brought me such immediate, palpable peace.  Looking back, that’s such a tender memory for me. I was still such a child, even though I was giving birth to my own. I think that's the day I realized I will always need my dad. I love him with all my whole heart. I married a gem, but my dad is still the best man I know. 

Happy birthday, Scotty. Happy birthday!