It seems that we're always on the road for "event" days -- my birthday is during a craft show. Mother's Day tends to fall during a show. And Father's Day does, too. Today was a particularly rough show because we had to leave early due to 20-30mph winds and rain, which made the tent and everything in it a hazard. I mean, I have insurance, but I didn't particularly feel like sending some poor customer to the hospital when the table flipped over, the tent legs buckled, and things started flying.
I felt horrible for Rick, spending the day this way, but he's such a trooper. Without him, I'd never be able to do a single craft show. He's the muscle, the organizer, the van-packer, the one who does the hard work. He never complains, always encourages, and is, in a word, fantastic.
All of this is multiplied and transferred to his sons. He brought up two boys single-handedly (they're now both getting PhDs -- one in Physics, the other in Microbiology) and now he's bringing up a six year old with more calm and wisdom than I have ever had.
Here are some favorite Daddy/Zack pictures, two from 2005 and one from this year. There are countless others, but there's not enough bandwidth in the world to show them all or express all the love I feel for the father of my best boy.
He's read countless stories...
and walked by his side, both figuratively and literally (through hurricane-ravaged Florida, in this case)....
And indulged Zack in his love of monster trucks.
Thank you, Rick, for being the best.