1st Generation Dad

"...thank me and love your own daughter….by loving mine."

Hey, Dad…remember that day I got my first deer. I can’t remember, what did you get that day?”

Once a year I have a favorite day. It’s never on the same date, it cannot be calendared for the 2nd Saturday of the month. It's an Apple Cider Day.

"Hah, hah"...picture a two handed wave goodbye – in our house this is toddler speak for “hot, hot”.

Buy that round for someone else.

...the joy of the dream is found therein. The why is the dream.

This is why I am writing now, not thinking, just writing. That phrase has served me well and I need to trust it more.

It was boredom that brought me back, hours later, to watch the film that inspired this particular risk.

And all it may take is a humbling of my pride and finding "others" who are willing to teach us? Seems that's part of a Dad’s job right there.

So here’s the thing; mopeds are fun, and we are embarrassed to admit it.