That photo is a picture of my dad and me on his birthday when he turned… [are you ready for this?] … 32!
I’m currently 35.
I can’t tell you how much that freaks me out to think I’m older right now than he was while holding me, his youngest of six, in that photo.
Yesterday, dad turned 65. As the clock struck midnight and he turned another year older, he finally caught up to me in a few areas. Like the fact that now we’re both eligible for Medicare. And the fact that I won’t be the only one getting promotional materials for AARP. [Seriously, AARP should check the Medicare database to see if people are actually old before they send out marketing materials…]
And, like me, Dad will always be young at heart. The above photo where he’s carrying me around was, I believe, from a camping trip to Adventureland Park … and it is so my dad. He used to go for a run with his cowboy boots on and his tool pouch on his hip. We eventually coaxed him into wearing tennis shoes and he never turned back, but I love the fact that he was out there hanging out with us kids. He was, and still is, a big kid deep down.
Dad, you may be getting a few years older, but you’re still the exact same dad to me that’s in these photos. The dad who loves and plays and is ornery and kind. The one who cares about his family and who worked tirelessly for all of us. I love you to pieces, Mino, and hope you had a wonderful day!