Happy birthday, dad.
This week we celebrated my father's 69th birthday. While we were over at my parents' house we looked at a book of old photographs from throughout my childhood. It really struck me how much I now look like my father when he was my age. To me he has always just looked like my dad, but now it's like I'm looking at photos of another me. It is strange. I hope I've been a good son to him. He deserves one.