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Father's Day

                                  My Dad.  Taught me what true love is.  My number one fan.  
                     Great story teller, teacher, decorator, skipper, painter, and patriarch of our family.

My Father-in-Law.  Made my husband the man he is today.  In tune to other's needs.  Always quick 
to help.  Kind, generous, fun and a wonderful grandpa.

My Matt.  Fantastic husband/dad.  And lately it has been reconfirmed that he's a wonderful mom too by running the household while I kick it on the couch!  

For Father's Day, we took this picture and framed it for Matt's office at church.  
The kids thought it was so fun to dress up in his shirts and ties.  Next year we'll include Maggie!












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  1. Love this post Millie! I hope all the men in your life have a happy father's day. I love the idea for that last pic! Seriously too cute.

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  2. What awesome genes in the Killpack family!! I want a copy of the pic. Josie's hair is getting so long.

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  3. still dying to know what happened with your "special" photo.

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