Speaking of romantic, here’s my Mom and Dad dancing at my niece’s wedding last fall. They were, seriously, one of the last couples to leave the dance floor. Personally, I think they were in their own little world that night, eighteen again and dancing at their own wedding!
My dad’s always been a garage person. When I was a little girl I used to hang out with him in the garage while he worked on cars or created custom “things” out of metal. Sometimes I had to wear safety goggles to project myself from the sizzling light of a welder or a mask to protect myself from flying shards of cut metal. I never really paid attention to what he was doing, never tried to learn about it. I just went out there because he’d say, “Hey, Lindy, come out and talk to me while I work.” And I loved to do that.
PS I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!