Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)

“I wasn't yawning, I was just letting some fresh air into my mouth.” (After being accused of being tired.)

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.