Oh Captain, My Captain ...

Happy Father's Day to our super awesome dad.



We like it when you tickle us and play tackle football. We like to help you fix things around the house and watch you fly airplanes in the sky. We like to shave with you in the morning and sip the milk from the bottom of the cereal bowl. We like to take naps with you and cuddle with you and be held by you when we watch football and basketball. We like when you come home from work ready to play. We are lucky boys to have you as our dad.



We wanted to share some of our favorite pictures of our dad. Good luck figuring out who is who in some of the newborn pixs--even our mom has to think about it for a second. Why change it up if it works, right?



And a couple of weeks ago, our really tall and remarkably handsome dad reached a notable milestone in his military career. Lt. no more--our dad just pinned on Captain. Mom hopes this explains why I, Brigham, like to stand on the kitchen counter and seize anything I can get my hands on these days (get it, like seize the day ... Dead Poets Society ... Robin Williams ... captain, my captain). We have also eaten our fair share of Captain Crunch in the past few weeks and our mom walks around grumbling "Ey ey, capp'n" when dad asks her to do something. Anyways, congratulations, daddy.





Your boys love you lots and lots.

Golden-Mack