Daddy's Girl

    I admit it.  I'm a Daddy's girl. 

    Dad comes from farming and he farmed pretty much my whole life until heart issues forced him to give it up. I had to help him with a lot of the work for many years. As a result, Dad and I seem to do projects together. It isn't like we have a large pool of acquaintances an family to draw on for help when we need it.

    For a few years, I had a couple of goats. I recruited Dad to help me build the fence, bring the goats home, and get my hay every year. I had some chickens and wanted them to have a building instead of the tiny store-bought hutch so Dad built me the Taj Mahal of chicken coops. I helped when I could. It's now a storage building.

    In the last couple of years, Dad has retired to more of a fetcher. He gets me the supplies I need from the store and delivers them (I give him the money). Then I do the work. I finished my metal roof this year. I patched part of my driveway this year. Today, he helped me transport my new solar powered generator and extra battery from his house, where they were delivered, to my house. 

    When I think about who I am, someone who doesn't need the newest of everything, who can make do with less, who is thinking practically every day about funding my retirement, I know much of me is my Dad. And I'm grateful I'm a Daddy's Girl.