Today is my dad's birthday. If you would like to know how old he is, I'll just say this, he was born the same day and year as Barbra Streisand.
I love this picture of us. My mum told me that I had measles when this picture was taken (I think it's Easter weekend 1968).
When we were little, my dad was SO MUCH FUN. Seriously, he would play games with us, be silly with us, actually act like a kid. Looking back, from the ripe old age of 46 I realize now that he was not much more than a kid himself. He was 25 when I was born. When I think about some of the stunts I pulled when I was in my 20's, I can see why he was so much fun. I can remember him getting into water fights with the neighours, building us wooden stilts, creating an elaborate slide made of ice in the winter, waking me up late at night to watch old movies with him... we may not have had all of the money in the world but looking back, we didn't miss out on a thing.
Happy Birthday Dad, or, as Aunt Marge Quigley would write, "Happy Birthday M.D.S." I love you to the moon and back!!