Sunday was Father's Day, and I never had a chance to sit down & write, but I want to take a little space here to honor my dad.
I chose this picture because it captures the twinkle in his eye. He always has a twinkle. Well, almost always. Either because he's trying to be mischievious, or because he is trying to be funny.
In this picture, he's tickling John, who is trying hard to blow up a balloon, but can't when he is laughing. The kids love to get tickled by Opa. We have a saying in our house, a quote of John's when he was little: "Don't tickle my butt, Opa." I don't know how that came about, or even how it applies when we quote it, but it cracks me up.
Thanks, Dad, for making sure there is laughter in the family.