I mean, we have a great dad. The Greatest.
Even now, when we are finally all out of the Ye Old Connecticut House, (finally, even after one last trip in October 2012),
But the grandkids have an even greater Grumpa.
He's passing on his love of the water to another generation. That's Drew out on Sand Hollow this past week with him, learning the ways of the water and paddle.
I'm so glad I got to travel so much for all the family get-togethers this past year. But I was more glad to document the generations of my family in happy times.
Like when Uncle J finally met his newest niece and nephew back in January. Proud Papa Max/Jed/Jr. (r) want to know if J thinks "dos bebes" happen to look like him. Regardless, Sarah wasn't impressed. (She still isn't, almost six months later.)
I love this candid on the left. That's Grumpa, his son Max/Jed/Jr. holding Cannon, all looking down at Drew. (Cameo by the biggest big brother of all, totally unintentional.)
No only can he scale tall buildings, I mean decorate with a staple gun, but Max/Jed/Jr. can feed two babies at the same time!
Storytime is a good place to start. Teaching kids about quiet reading time, but also
having that one little thing with that one kid. Nathan has solo Poppa time -- and they are both the more awesome for it. There are also birthday trips to Wendy's, which make for cute photos and videos.boarding. Teaching them to be adventuresome. For my part, I can't wait to see how they learn to be simultaneously goofy, geeky, techy, and media savvy, and secure in being multidimensional.
So on this Father's Day - I salute all three of the main fathers in my life.
I love you bros.
But I love my Daddy the bestest!
(and I have embarrassing photos to prove it.)
|Sometime in my teens, c. 1980s Church Mutual event|
P.S. Sorry about all the cars. And the grey hairs. And the cars!