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BEING A DAD IS A SPECIAL GIFT*…..reblogged for you all*

Being a Dad is a special gift…
It should not be taken lightly.
When your child’s precious eyes look at you…
Just see the love they radiate.

They look at you for guidance…
They look to you for comfort…
They smile at you for attention…
They love you unconditionally.

Do not break that bond.
If you do, you life will change and
your attitude along with it.
Keep that spirit in your heart…
That love in your embrace.

Every day is Father’s Day…
Every day is a gift.
Cherish it.
Embrace it.
Live it.
Have fun on your “special” day.

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

* My Dad died in 1987. He was only 57 years old. He just loved yellow roses. This one is for you Dad. I will always love you.


Surrogate Father…LAUGH with DORAZ*

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The Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to
start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr.
Smith kissed his wife and said, “I’m off. The man should be here

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby
photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

“Good morning madam. You don’t know me, but I’ve come

“Oh, no need to explain. I’ve been expecting you,” Mrs Smith cut

“Really?” the photographer asked. “Well, good! I’ve made a
specialty of babies.”

“That’s what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have
a seat. Just where do we start?” asked Mrs Smith, blushing.

“Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one
on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living
room floor is fun too; you can really spread out.”

“Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn’t work for Harry
and me.

“Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.
But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or
seven angles, I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results.”

“I hope we can get this over with quickly,” gasped Mrs

“Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I’d love
to be in and out in five minutes, but you’d be disappointed with
that, I’m sure.”

“Don’t I know!!” Mrs Smith exclaimed.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio
of his baby pictures. “This was done on the top of a bus in
downtown London.”

“Oh my!!” Mrs Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

“And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider
their mother was so difficult to work with.” The photographer
handed Mrs Smith the picture.

“She was difficult?” asked Mrs Smith.

“Yes, I’m afraid so I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to
get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five
deep, pushing to get a good look.”

“Four and five deep?” asked Mrs Smith, eyes widened in

“Yes,” the photographer said. “And for more than three hours
too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could
hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my
shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment I
just packed it all in.”

Mrs Smith leaned forward. “You mean they actually chewed on
your, er..,um.., ah…. equipment?”

“That’s right. Well madam, if you’re ready, I’ll set up my
tripod so that we can get to work.”

“Tripod??” Mrs Smith looked extremely worried now.

“Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It’s much
too big for me to hold while I’m getting ready for action. Madam?

Good Grief, she’s fainted!!

LOVE FROM A DAD*………….a poem*

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You will always be my little girl
Don’t you ever forget that is the case
I will keep you safe and watch over you
Even after I have passed from this place

You take time to see what is around you
Learn all there is to learn with zest
Always maintain your dignity and patience
Even when you are put to the toughest test

People have knowledge to share
Listen and care to understand
Do not be too quick to think
They would not be willing to lend a helping hand

Laugh, smile, live and enjoy
Do not be too serious with your woes and cares
For they too will be sure to pass
Have faith, hope, and love…for many,many years

I was proud of you since the day you were born
I was impressed with everything you learned to do
Don’t ever forget where you came from
Don’t ever forget I will always love you