This is a photograph of my dad when he was a kid:
And this is a photograph of my little brother when he was a kid:
Oh, he’s going to kill me for that. But look. See the resemblance? Especially the eyes. I think that’s neat.
This is the two of them together last Thanksgiving:
That’s one of my favorite photos of all time. It’s hanging on the wall in my dining room.
Yesterday was my dad’s 75th birthday. He drove over from his home in Arkansas to stay the weekend and visit. He and my mom helped my brother and his fiancé move into their new house, only a mile from my mom’s house. Then the whole family came over to mine & Brian’s, where we cooked burgers and brats and cucumber salad for them. We all sat on our back porch and talked for a very long time. We all went out to eat a bunch of times, and my dad and I spent quite awhile sitting around discussing politics, “solving the world’s problems” as he likes to say.
He helped me weed my garden and gave me some tips on how to keep everything healthy. He told me he loves me; he does that a lot. He likes to say, “You may make in this world yet, son.”
Happy birthday, dad. I’m really, really lucky to have you, mom and our family. I’m more grateful for all of you than I’ve ever been; so grateful that I feel like my heart might burst with it.













1 June 2010
Family, Photos | Comments (2)