Today my Dad is 70 and my folks are celebrating their thirty-second anniversary. Here he is with me when I was ten. Yeah, we’re related, look at that doofy grin.
This photo was taken right before we moved to Connecticut. Today is very much the kind of day that I’m blown away about how far we’ve come and how old we are now. They’ve been married as long as I’ve been alive, I can barely comprehend how awesome that is.
I bought him a seventy dollar bottle of scotch because I’ve been drinking his scotch all summer (scotch, scotch, scotchie scotch scotch—sorry, can’t stop myself), we had mexican food and then chocolate cake. My mom got him a Rangefinder so he can do his best Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack impression. I have to say I’m really lucky to have the family I have, and I can’t wait for my future kids to meet my folks.