My Dad’s the Good-Looking One‏

I stole this photo out of the family album. It was taken in 1952 when my dad was 23, and is my favourite photo of him; it’s hanging on my wall in a nice little frame made from reclaimed timber. I suppose it was a little cheeky of me to appropriate the photo, as I do have three older sisters who might be supposed to also have a claim to it. (In my defense, I did have three copies made for them.)

My dad’s the good-looking one with the smiling eyes and cheeky smile. My mum once told me she fell in love with him at first sight, and really, who could blame her? He’s in his eighties now and still has that irrepressible twinkle in his eyes. I wonder why he and his friend are wearing matching shirts though?

It was lovely to spend Father’s Day with the family today, celebrating with four awesome dads. Even Melbourne got into the spirit of things, with a beautiful day for the first of spring. 

I love you dad, and happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there!