Today is my dad's birthday.
(I already missed my mom's...sorry Mom.)
Here's my dad and me in when I was around two.
My dad always the outdoor man, took us canoeing (sp?) often when we lived in Minnesota. We'd go fishing, hiking, etc. I remember watching shot his powder gun. Whenever I smell gun powder (and old spice, also fresh cut wood) I think of my dad.
You can still find my dad outside, doing something, anything.
When I see old cars I still think of my dad. On my dad's weekends we'd also do a lot of talking. I liked old cars, we'd talk about that. We'd talk about what I wanted to be when I grew up.
My dad can pack anything into anything and make it fit just right.
He and my step-mom have always opened their house to anyone.
Here he is with all of us...he has 6 kids, three kid-in-laws, and seven grandkids.
Happy Birthday Dad!