Thinking of dad on Father's Day...

I think of my dad every time I hear a Bruce Springsteen song.  I guess the similarities get me… all-American, hard working, kinda-rough-around-the-edges type of guys.  I think they even look alike.  I remember Dad playing his music when we were kids and recently made a mental note to play more Springsteen around here.  I love Bruce's raspy voice and I think his songs are beautiful.  Anyway, this song (Atlantic City) also reminds me of my dad.  For no particular reason, but maybe just all of it...

Look at this old photo I found… me, baby James, and Dad.  I just want to SQUISH James's fat little belly.  And his sweet cheeks.  And kiss his little lips.  Okay, really I just want to squish him all over.  And I can tell that Dad is beaming… so proud.  Love.

We had a wonderful weekend at home in Maryland… I'll be back soon with pictures.  We're off to swim lessons...