A week ago it was my dad’s birthday. I wanted to use this opportunity to show you my favourite photo of the two of us.
It’s us dancing in the living room. Back when I was small enough for someone to pick me up my dad would hold me in his arms and sway across the living room rug. Usually singing some sort of song he just made up. To this day I think this has got to be the most comfortable way of dancing, at least for the swayee.
And yes, he did shave that beard off many years ago. But that’s a whole different story. Happy Birthday, Papa!