This guy. My Dad. Sandi’s Dad. Nicole’s Dad.
Here’s what Sandi says about our Dad:
“I am not sure how I got so lucky as to call this man dad but by the grace of God I did. I remember you going and lining the soccer fields when I was on the Firefly’s. I remember going to your office and you making my science fair project for me (I mean helping me make it). I remember you designing the PTA contact books for elementary school. I remember going to Grandmother and Grandad’s house for Easter and making super cool plaid Easter eggs. I remember going to the gift shop in Seymor and learning how to make bows for the presents that we would help gift wrap. I remember playing Clue and other board games with you. I remember the amazing stocking’s we had at Christmas time. I remember you taking Melanie to the car when she would cry in restaurants so we could finish eating. I remember when you got pulled over for speeding and we pinched Melanie to make her cry so you wouldn’t get a ticket (good move!) I remember you playing guitar and my favorite song Blues for Sale. I remember when you cut your knee while tilling in the front yard on April fools day. I remember you driving me to Vegas when I moved. I remember you making me eat lima beans and drinking lots of grape juice…that one didn’t end well. I remember all of your albums and the first Atari game we played. Most of all I remember what an amazing person you are. Love you more than you know!”
And Dad’s response? This:
“I have the most wonderful daughters ever. Thanks Sandi.
Couple of things of note: The Chutes & Ladders game piece in my hair is interesting. As indicated by my shark skin boots and yoked shirt, this shot was taken during my Urban Cowboy period. And to all you writers, that two pounds of silver junk on my wrist is a watch with a built in, analog stopwatch. State ‘o the Art.technology for writing those 30 and 60 TV and radio spots.”
But wait. There’s more from Sandi:
“I should also note that Melanie had been crying and decided to stop when the officer came up to the car. The pinch was totally justified!”
This, my friends, is true love. A father’s true love for his girls.