Mara's Musings

Thank you Dad for all the times you were there for me - the time you sat up all night blowing on my scalded foot so I could get to sleep when I was four, for helping me when I cut the skin of a huge blister and spent hours in agony until you stepped in, climbing up on the adventure playground to get me down when I got scared, for fixing plugs, buying stereos and putting up with my music and for understanding when I knocked 10 bales of hay out of the boy who called you an "AyTai Surrender Monkey".  Thank you for all the times I resented (and downright hated you!) for being an "unreasonable parent"  - insisting on bed times, curfews, groundings etc, and for instilling in me a sense of right and wrong.

And thank you for putting the food in my belly and clothes on my back.

Thank you for being a Dad as well as a father, and simply being there, the rock on which we all depended, and for loving me unconditionally.

Any man can be a father - but you are a real Dad.

I love you.