Happy birthday, Dad!
To celebrate, I dug out some old pictures of you…
It’s hard to believe you were ever this little, but I know it’s you because you’re still just as mischievous as you look in this photo.
Tempting your luck with a bear at Smokey Mountain National Park. You always were brave, especially during my teenage years. I’m not sure what would be scarier: coming face to face with a hungry bear or being a single dad raising a stubborn teenage girl?
Your 21st birthday cake from Mom. Looks like German Chocolate, my favorite.
All of us in the photo booth smushed together, but we look happy.
You, Gary Jr., and me with Grandpa Aston.
Mom took this picture of us camping in the late 1980’s.
Dad, thanks for all the memories growing up. I appreciate you more than I could ever put into words. I love you very much. See you in a little while. Fire up the grill!
