Bob enjoyed his gifts this morning which included: new jorts, a sleeveless pocket t-shirt (to hold the cigarettes, duh and also sigh…), laffy taffy, the new Sherlock Holmes movie, and socks. He’s easy to please. This June marks 11 years since the heart attack that nearly stripped him from our lives. I never stop feeling grateful that he’s around to drive me crazy, fix random stuff I think is beyond repair, support me while I pursue furthering my education (yet again), and indulge my crazy hobbies (like the chickens).
Happy Father’s Day to my dad and to all of the other fathers (and people who take the place of one) out there.