poppa

hi daddy!

happy father's day. if i were with you today, i would get you some really good beer and maybe mow the grass (because the second time would probably be a charm and i do not even HAVE those little red shorts anymore...) and then we could go to landing pad, landing pad, landing pad! for dinner or maybe that other place that is on tiffin avenue where you like their wings.

and i would definitely give you a big hug and tell you how much your hair cut looks like a certain famous man whose initials are g.c. and i would make sure that frannie did not pester you too much, because i know how patient you are with her antics (you poor guy). and i would check out your progress in the master bathroom and probably tell you how you are very good at fixin' up houses (like those pictures from don and deb's...looked like fun!) and then we could watch a scary movie and i would cover my eyes when you told everyone to because you were a little nervous. or maybe even a bad romantic comedy and i wouldn't even get mad when you fell asleep during it and then woke up at the end and said, "what did i miss?" or "that was a good one...i think i'll finish it tomorrow" even though it was terrible.

thing is, i am thinking of you. and i love you so, so much. and i sure am lucky to call you my daddy.

and thanks for spider swinging with me when i was little. i still have the memory of doing that with you 22 years later. isn't that fun?