My Daddy, better known as PaPa these days, is such a great man. He is a wonderful provider, people are naturally drawn to him and he is the most giving person I know. He lives for his wife, children and grandchildren and loves nothing more than to see us happy. However, he is in every sense of the word, a man's man! There's not a whole lot of fluff to him. With him it is "what you see is what you get" and if you don't like it, well ... that's just to bad! Daddy has always given his grandchildren special names that he calls them, kind of like pet names. JJ, my oldest nephew, is called Johnson which is actually his middle name and was passed down from my daddy and my daddy's daddy. He calls my niece Sarah, SaSa, which is what we all called my daddy's momma. Sam, my middle nephew is Bo, short for Sam-Bo and John Luke is John (among other things ;o))! Then came Summer, my baby girl. Boy does she have this man wrapped around her finger!!! Daddy started calling her Sugar Baby very early on and it has stuck. Well, the tables have turned and a couple of weeks ago, Summer and I had gone over to my parents house for a visit and when we walked through the door she looks at her MeMe and asks "Where's my Sugar Baby?" So if your out and about in my small town and see an over the hill cowboy, complete with cowboy hat, cow poop covered boots and a saucer sized belt buckle responding to a sweet two year old voice calling him her "Sugar Baby" that's just my daddy and he wouldn't have it any other way!!
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