Yes, I realize that today you are being inundated with photos of other people’s Dads, but I would suggest that you stick with me today because I’ve got some pretty cute pics to share.
I’m an only child of two only children, so growing up, it was me and my Dad and my Mom.
All the time.
Just us.
I had great friends and spent a lot of time with those friends, but friends go on vacation and friends have to go home when the streetlights come on, so the majority of my time was spent with my parents.
These are my parents:
I’m not sure if I was born loving the same things as my parents or if I came to like those things because I had no other option, but however it happened, we spent a lot of time with books and games.
Apparently, we also spent a lot of time taking pictures of each other (probably with my Kodak Disc camera) looking at each other.
Cuz, what else were gonna do?
My Dad worked a lot when I was a kid.
He was a minister and decided to also become a pastoral psychotherapist, so he went back to school while working full-time and then, when he graduated, worked two jobs full-time, if you can even imagine that.
So, my Dad made the time he spent with me count.
We would hit the local bookstore a few nights a week and we’d browse and he’d always, always buy me a book or two, and if I brought a friend along (which I usually did) he’d buy them a book, too.
We would go to football games and baseball games.
We’d listen to the music of the 50’s and 60’s as loud as it could possibly go in the car.
We’d see every movie that came out and talk about it for days afterward.
We’d read favorite lines out of books to each other.
He’d throw me in the waves at the ocean again and again and again and again.
So, today, I say Happy Father’s Day to my Dad.
A really, really good man.
A little crazy…
…but a good man.
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