This handsome devil is my Dad - the man my Mom fell in love with. He's part John Travolta (that includes the strut from Saturday Night Fever), and part Jake Gyllenhaal, I think.
There are so many things I could say about my Dad. He taught me the song "Skeeter on my Tweeter", one year for Christmas he brought home a 18 foot tree he won at an auction, and he claims to have been able to hurdle parking meters in his day (I've only seen a failed attempt - it was not pretty).
But, what I love about him most right now is how cares for Mom. He still calls her "Sweetie" and "Sunshine". Every week he dutifully counts out all of her pills and puts them in her weekly pill box. He's always patient with Mom - I've never seen him get angry or frustrated with her. He's taken on his role as a caretaker in stride. And he does it all with so much love.
I'm so grateful for my Dad.
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