Crasymaker

While digging through an old photo album last night, I came across this great picture of me, my Dad, my sister and our late dog, Duffy. That smile on my face, coupled with the Christmas tree in the background leads me to believe that this picture was taken on Christmas morning and we were about to open presents. Oh yes, those were some good, good times.

The one thing my Dad was always really good at when my sister and I were kids was finding out exactly what we wanted for Christmas. Instead being showered with a ton of crappy little things that we would’ve been excited about upon first glance, we usually received something major like a bike, a Nintendo, a Barbie house, etc., and then a few items to compliment the big gift.

I’m sure there were times when I’d go to my friends’ houses on Christmas afternoon and drool over the fact that they’d gotten tons and tons of gifts, but overall, I think we ended up way more satisfied in the long run. In fact, the gifts we received were so monumental to me that I could probably name them all if I tried. How many people can say that?

It was no accident either. My Dad is one smart dude. I’m sure he knew that come March or April when my friends’ cheap toys were broken and/or out of batteries, my quality mountain bike would still be getting me around the neighborhood in style.

Thanks for being such a great Dad, Dad. There are a million stories like this I could tell. I love you. Happy Father’s Day.