My dad made it a point to be home for a family dinner almost every single night (that I can remember). He took my brother and I up skiing every.single.weekend (a feat I now have way more respect for). He let me crash as many cars as I did (there were a lot) without EVER yelling at me (even when I backed my jeep over the TOP of his recently restored jaguar). But one of my favorite memories is wearing his giant t-shirts as PJs.
Seeing her wear my shirts brings back so many happy memories.
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Pretty darn cute. Dad's are the best. My driving memories of my Dad aren't so grand. But I am sure you're not surprised. However...I loved wearing my dad's 'big shirts.'
that's sweet. Your dad is a saint. you BACKED OVER his Jag? I would have murdered you :-)
Meg I think you actually wore your dads big shirts all through high school!!
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