This week, we celebrate sixty five youthful years of a son, brother, friend, teacher, father, mentor, grandfather, hero.
I've forever admired my dad for so many reasons. We are incredibly different human beings and yet I consider him to be one of my closest allies. When he didn't know what else to do with me, he loved me. We've grown together. He makes me feel like he's my biggest fan and I hope that he knows that I am his. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not grateful for his presence in my life.
He held my ankle when I first learned to ride an incredibly still horse.
Together we crept through a sea of white people in incredibly tight short shorts...
And laughed at our fortune when we successfully made it out unscathed.
We once celebrated his birthday with a chocolate Garfield cake and I missed my chance to photograph him. Enduring one of my mild temper tantrums, he kept as cool, calm, and collected as anyone could expect while continuing to pose when I retrieved my camera.
Always a class act.
Let's cleanse the pallet with this adorable snapshot of the two of us passed out after an intense episode of M*A*S*H (I can only assume).
If there was ever any doubt about the man's style, one need look no further than this.
Here's to you, Dad!
