Today is my dad’s 85th birthday. When a man is born in the middle of June, he gets to celebrate father’s day and his birthday simultaneously every so often. For dad, this year was one of those years.
Fran and Rhiannon and I drove out to Athens to spend the day with Dad; we took him out to eat to his favorite Chinese restaurant and drove around Athens, throwing gas-is-expensive caution to the wind and enjoying a good old fashioned Sunday drive. Then we went back to his home for his favorite dessert: apple pie and vanilla ice cream (I had vegan whipped topping instead of the ice cream). Fran took this picture of me and Dad.
Then we asked one of the nursing assistants at the home to take this picture of the four of us.