Today my Dad is 76 years old.
That means he was born in 1934.
That’s him. With that great big bottle. Isn’t he so cute? He looks pretty much just like that now. Only with whiskers. And glasses. The hair is the same.
Again, there he is on the right, looking like a hooligan about ready to through his little brother in the outhouse. That really was their bathroom right there behind them. You’ve come a long way baby. I mean, Daddy.
My Dad at his first wedding. Oh, wait, his only wedding. To my Mother. I only said that because so many people my age were from broken homes, and I am so thankful that my Mom and my Dad are still married.
Happy Birthday to the greatest Dad in the world. How I was so lucky to have you for my Dad, I’ll never know, but I thank God for you daily.