Dads

Me and dad, and blankey. Two of my most favorite things.

 Josh and his dad.

And a picture of trees. Hold on, it'll make sense in just a second.. 

This weekend I found these trees while I was walking around the neighborhood. Oddly, it was a moment of quiet - no cars driving on the street and no noise coming from the apartment windows. I could hear the rustle of the trees and I felt their permanence. 


Just like my dad. My dad is like a big, tall tree. Permanent. Calm. Sturdy. And I love him so much. 


Happy Father's Day to all the dad's who have been big tall trees.