Super Dad II

In June, there was Super Dad. Now meet Super Dad II.

My very own.

Dad celebrates his 65th birthday today. You gotta love the paper crown my girls made him. A coronation took place during our serenade of Hail to the Chief – his all-time favorite band song. His brother (picture a slimmed down, less gray, but still balding, version of my Dad) gave him the perfect card. A little boy in a super cape stood boldly on the front and across his juvenile chest was written…

You always fall on the right side. Somewhere in between “cool” and “dorky.”

Dad is cool (according to my definition). Always has been. But sometimes dorky. By choice. He likes wearing loud, obnoxious ties to work. He can remember a trillion useless facts. And he loves making us squeamish with his unusual food combinations.

Dad is also love. Can you see it glinting in his baby blues?

While trying to open his gifts and cards last night, a litter of grandkids scaled his broad shoulders, squishing themselves into the folds of the couch so they could sit next to him. Match box cars were balanced on his bald spot, necklaces draped around his neck, toys and drawings shoved into his face (you know – 1/2 inch away from his nose – the point at which one has to go cross-eyed to see what is in front of him). He took it all in stride, laughed boisterously, and told us how much he loved us – how blessed he felt.

So here’s an inside look at why I think he’s so super. I love this picture of Eliza sitting on his shoulders. They’re singing a song together and he’s teaching her new actions.