Seventy-Two

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.

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About Kirsten

Wife, mother, writer and all around knerd. Maker of cookies, scarves and really big messes.

Posted on July 11, 2010, in Snapshots and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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