Labor of Love
Growing up as a little girl, I never understood why my dad could never get his hands totally clean and they were always cracked and rough. I'd sit and study them in wonderment and concern. Today I totally realize and appreciate the reason why, yet am still in wonder that to this day, he still is working so that others are taken care of. Thank you dad for imprinting that same work ethic, loyalty and yes, Polish stubbornness and fire in me. And the ability at end of day to be able to share a laugh, a good rant and stay up all night watching movies. I'm proud when I see how people love and enjoy you, nobody does so more than me. ❤️
Labor of Love
Growing up as a little girl, I never understood why my dad could never get his hands totally clean and they were always cracked and rough. I'd sit and study them in wonderment and concern. Today I totally realize and appreciate the reason why, yet am still in wonder that to this day, he still is working so that others are taken care of. Thank you dad for imprinting that same work ethic, loyalty and yes, Polish stubbornness and fire in me. And the ability at end of day to be able to share a laugh, a good rant and stay up all night watching movies. I'm proud when I see how people love and enjoy you, nobody does so more than me. ❤️