It's My Mom's Fault

Last week my mom and I were discussing me learning to swim.

(Isn't she so cute)

She apologized, telling me my fear of water is probably her fault since the most she would do at her swim lessons as a kid was get waist deep into the water--and not 'til the last day of lessons.

Mom, maybe you should join me in my adult swim lessons classes next week.

She pulled out this photo she'd found while cleaning out the garage recently.

Isn't that a good looking picture of my dad!

There's always a million reminders of him at his house.

He and his tool bucket were attached at the hip.

Me and my sisters put that floor in for him when we surprised him with a brand new office.

Man do I miss him.