I have a million memories of my dad just like the one in this picture. My mental photo-journal is certainly not short of pictures of us hiking, sliding, throwing nerf balls, riding bikes, shooting hoops, golfing, taking road-trips (one of our personal favorites), changing the pads on the swamp cooler, making up fake spanish words like “guacalote” and “guacalotito”. Britton (my nephew in the pic) will see this picture some day and remember quickly what growing up with my dad was like. I’m sure he’ll have a lot of the same memories as I do.
The amazing thing, is that my dad just turned 60. You’d never guess it by looking. He’s in better shape than probably most dudes walking around….all dudes…….18-80. Its kinda amazing actually. He’s certainly redefining what being 60 has to look like. It kicks open a whole other set of doors for me and what I’m hoping my 60’s look like.
Happy birthday dad……thanks for always wanting to spend time together. Andy and I were lucky to have that, and I hope that I’ll be that to my kid someday. I love you and happy birthday!!!!!
“Guacalote” is made up? Dammit! No wonder the Mexicans look at me strange on the soccer field when I call them that. Seriously, I had no idea.
Oh yeah, I signed the lease on the building Friday. We’re in business!
it’s SO embarrassing to see sons try to pawn their fathers off for 60 when they are obviously in their early 40’s.
SO embarrassing.