There he is, my dad, smiling for me upon request.
Some of us went over there tonight, ate ice cream cones, ran around.
It was a nice night, perfect weather, perfect evening sunshine.
This was earlier today at the lake, in the rain:
It's a sandwich maker we're excited to try out.
That's James, forced by circumstances to sleep in the living room. He sleeps, surrounded by racket.
And you know what? Thank you to all the fathers who make it all possible. It's such strange role in so many ways, and yet the real guys just get it done.
Lucky us. That's all I have to say about it. Dang lucky us. love forever, Val and Everybody
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