I prod my husband into saying, “I’m a lucky man” every now and again but I know who the lucky one really is. In addition to being the most supportive and brilliant partner ever, he’s also an impressive dad. Calm, kind, thoughtful, fun and the king of horseplay. He is also a super good sport. For example, as part of his Father’s Day extravaganza we went to this:
He doesn’t have a blog. But if he did, nowhere would you find a reference to his deep interest or even passing fancy in the letterpress. Very good sport indeed.
This vintage diagraph machine is my idea of a rockin’ time.
I could have hogged it all day but I think it was meant for the kids to use so I only monopolized it long enough to make this:
In retrospect I’m a little embarrassed I didn’t go with “Peace on Earth” or “Get Your Dogs Spayed or Neutered”.
And I want to write a quick and quiet thank you to my dad for being the kind of dad who came to every soccer game, picked me up no matter the time or place- no questions asked, and for being the kind of dad I want to talk to every single day.
Love you, Happy Father’s Day.