The first time I met Andy was at my nephew’s Court of Honor for his Eagle Scout; I didn’t know I was going to meet him that day.  I saw him holding my Mom’s hand when I walked into the room.  I turned to my brother Bill and said with all the annoyance and indignation I could muster, “Who’s that?!”  My brother said:  “He makes Mom happy, so get over it.”

And get over it, I did!  It would take more than a year of daily blog posts to describe the impact that Andy has had on me and the rest of my family.  I hope that this post will adequately replace the usual gingerbread that I make for Father’s Day

For all that you’ve done, all that you do, all that you are, thanks Andy!  Happy Father’s Day.  Love you, Kelly