To My Dad

If I could only post one picture to explain to you the essence of my dad, it would be this one even though he's not even in it.

A few years ago my dad built a swingset. And when my dad does something, he really really does it. Somehow it took us 5 years before someone realized we could do a double decker swing. Then (obviously) it became triple-decker and even quadruple. But then my dad's neighbor was going up the back lane and had some extra carabiners and suddenly 5 "children" (ages 2-30) were swinging at once.

To my dad it doesn't matter how old you are or if you're scared of heights or not. You just get on and play.
To my dad if it's fun with one person, it's 5 times as fun with 5 people.
To my dad if you can think of it, you can (and probably should) do it.

Fortunately this is my blog and I can post as many pictures as I want, so here's another to give you perspective. My dad is "only" 6'2" and he couldn't even reach to put the kid in the 4th swing - forget about the top one.

My dad is the essence of everything cool and exciting and fun and AWESOME. And I'm glad he's mine.