[Ed. Note: If you catch me on an honest day or at the bottom of a scotch, I’ll readily admit that due to a crushing sense of embarrasment, I self-censor most photos on this site so that I rarely appear. One day a year, Michelle gets her revenge and digs through the pile and pulls out all the ones that make me cringe. Isn’t that what Father’s Day is all about?]
Most of you know him as Mike D, but in this house its Daddy. His name rings out from sun up to sun down. Now the public Mike is usually reserved, thoughtful, organized, and quick-witted. However, Cecilia and I have a secret to share. When no one else is around, Daddy is SILLY. With a capital S. At any point of the day you may see Daddy and Cecilia making up songs, practicing newly invented dances, or making rocket ships out of blankets and chairs. Cecilia can not get enough of it and whenever Daddy is in the room, she is sure to be his trusty toddling sidekick. She asks for Daddy to read her books, pick her up, or put her on his shoulders. She wants to run like Daddy, shave like Daddy, and dress like Daddy in work clothes each morning. She is truly a Daddy’s girl and I have got the pictures to prove it!
[Okay, maybe that’s what Father’s Day is about.]