Today is my Dad's 64th birthday! All my brothers call him "Pop". My kids call him "Pop". Heck, even my husband calls him "Pop". I call him.... Daddy. Yes, I'm 31 years old and not ashamed to say that I still call him that. He lives about 1,000 miles away from me in warm, sunny, southern Florida. I may be a little jealous of that fact. I don't get to see him as often as I'd like to, but when I'm missing him I'll whip out the ol' photo album and take a look at what makes my Dad the best.
And last, but definitely not least...
We love you Pop! Happy birthday!
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