My dad is fifty-nine years young today. I love this man, and I'm profoundly grateful for his influence in my life. Here's a great shot of us many, many moons ago. Not sure where we were, but don't we look like we're having fun?
Dad's sporting a much more hip goatee these days, but he was a 'stache man for a long time. Sarah's looking sporty in her visor, Micah was just a cute little blond kid and I'm hauling around the mongo binoculars. This must have been vacation somewhere. Anyone know?
In honor of your big day, Dad, the Texas Nightingales recorded a little video for you. Happy Birthday!
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