Pop's Birthday!

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!


  1. happy birthday, pop!

    was he really a wrestler?

  2. LOL... No! That was my son's fake championship belt he got for his birthday. Pop was just goofing off. He'll kill me when he sees that I posted this photo! =)

  3. HAHAHA! I love it!

    Happy Birthday, Mike.

    You're the cat's pajamas, and I love you.