One Last Father's Day Tribute

Couldn't resist posting some of my favorite pictures of me with my daddy. I love this picture of daddy holding me on the day I was born. I love how big his hands are compared to how tiny I am. My birth was an exhausting 48 hour ordeal for my mother and she says my daddy was standing beside her the whole time. She said that I was so tiny (I was a premie and weighed a little less than 5 lbs) that my dad was scared to hold me. I think I remember her telling me the doctors had to pin him up to the wall to get him to hold me at first. Looks like settled right in though:) So glad someone captured this moment. I remember this picture so well. I was so proud to have my daddy beside me. He couldn't walk unassisted anymore and he was concerned about messing up my dress with his walker. We found this chair and I didn't hesitate for a second to get down on my knees beside him and hold his hand. And this picture, well, I just love it. It represents how I picture my daddy in my head. He's this larger than life, healthy, strong man with a wide "Griffin gap" smile. I miss that smile, but I'll see it again one day!