In honor of my dad's birthday, I am posting two of my favorite pictures. The one at the top is Daddy and me "watering the leaves so they wouldn't blow away before the garbage man came," according to the writing on the back of the photo. It was probably taken in about 1971, since I appear to be two or three years old, and ultra-fashionable in my dirt-colored pants and striped bandana. I love this picture because even though it would have been a lot quicker for my dad to take care of this task by himself, he is patiently holding my hand and allowing me to "help him."
And this picture was taken at Dad's house for Christmas. Emi was in a sour mood that evening (tired, if I remember correctly) and the only thing that would stop her from fussing was when Dad would share his Sprite with her. If you look closely, you can see it running down the sides of her mouth. I love this picture because Daddy looks so grandfatherly!
Happy, Happy Birthday, Dad! I hope it's the best one ever!