So, I am a total daddy’s girl…and I just read Emilie Sommer’s (of Emilie, Inc Photography) blog, and I love her idea so much I’m going to “borrow” it…
Send me an email (gwynethcolleenphotography @ yahoo . com) before May 31st (that’s only a couple weeks away!) telling me why your dad is the best (mums with young kids–you can write their entries for them. I won’t tell. And be creative–this doesn’t have to be a story about how when you were 14 you broke both your legs and an arm and had to walk uphill both ways in the snow, barefoot-except you couldn’t because you had to keep the casts dry-so he carried you to school everyday…just tell me the things you love most about him. Though, if you did, in fact, break both legs and an arm and have to be carried to school everyday when you were 14…go ahead, tell me what a great support he was to you!)
The winning entry will receive a complimentary photo session–could be you and dad, your kids and your dad, or your entire family. (This session will not necessarily take place prior to Father’s day. Additionally, clients farther than 35 miles may be scheduled to coincide with my travels closer to their area.)
I’ll leave you with a story about me and my dad. It’s just me and my sister, so I think sometimes I was the “son” he never had, given my tomboyish tendencies. When I was about 8, we were doing yardwork, and dad had a rake handle. He told me to “pitch” him a racquetball. Dad played in a softball league, so he was pretty good at the whole batting thing. So good, in fact, that he hit a line drive right up the center. I, however, am a far better fielder than he was expecting. I stopped that ball with the middle of my forehead. I think he felt pretty bad, but I got him back a few years later when we’d swapped positions. He was pitching a softball to me, and I hit a low line drive right into the top of his foot. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather get a racquetball in the forehead than a softball (off a heavy aluminum bat) on the arch of my foot!
