Every year, almost without fail, my Daddy called to sing to me on my birthday. Whether it was on my voicemail or live over the phone, he’d croon “Happy Birthday,” and I’d listen and laugh through the whole thing. I can’t remember when he started it or very many years that he didn’t.

Today, on what would have been his 67th birthday, I’m dedicating the songs to him.

Later today, and every day through the end of February, I’ll post a song & the story it holds for me and my Daddy as I build the playlist of my life as his #1 girl.

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