My dad is old, although you wouldn’t tell it by looking at him. He looks the same to me now as he did when I was a kid. He’s always been balding with a comb over (the only man of the history of ever who that didn’t look tragically awful on), he’s always had a bit of a gut and he’s always had graying hair.
Today, we celebrate seventy-two years. I’ve been lucky enough to spend (almost) twenty-eight of those with him. I will always be daddy’s little girl. I will always like falling asleep on the couch watching something stupid on television with my head on his beer gut. I miss you a lot sometimes Dad, I wish we were closer!
My dad and my baby.