I'm a week late, but I want to wish my Dad a happy birthday. Melissa's late grandmother, Vada Wood, once confided in me that she believed Dad to be a very handsome man -- particularly his silver mane. I recall Mom once got Dad a t-shirt that said "There may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the furnace." I've since learned that's some sort of sordid euphemism, but I thought it was a pretty cool shirt all the same.
I don't dread the gray hairs that have started appearing on my own head, since it simply means I'm becoming a little more like the man I've looked up to all my life. 
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I love that picture.
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