This is one of my dad's mighty hands. Wearing a wedding ring for 47 mighty years! These hands raised me. These hands also birthed many babies as a doctor. Maybe you? These hands piloted helicopters in Vietnam and pulled cords to jump out of perfectly fine aircrafts. These hands saved my mom's life. These hands flipped pages of books to read to me. These hands covered mine and the gear shift to coach me while learning to drive manual transmission. These hands spanked me, I turned out ok. These hands made miracles on every Thanksgiving, this man can cook! These hands taught me to shoot, fish, skin and scale. These hands also taught me to change a tire. Before email and social media, when stamps were the rage, these hands wrote me letters and mailed them, to wherever I lived, even South Korea. These hands, as manicured as they are... you'd never know the life they've lived. But the best pleasure of this pic, is his hand is wrapped around my glass, in my paid for house, drinking up my good wine, while I was on vacay halfway around the world. He's wearing the watch I bought him when he retired. His Daddydom was and is successful. Daddy, I'm not in jail!😂🤣😂 And more than likely he just used that hand to sift my cat's litter. If I can wax nostalgic about my daddy's hands alone, you've no IDEA what I could say about his heart. His heart is UNMATCHED and I'll leave it at that. Happy Father's Day, Daddy!!! MUTT MUTT LOVES YOU😘😘😘(He's here, and stalks me like a cool daddy should) and I'm hoping if your dad isn't *here* or here, that he's in your heart like mine no matter what😘.