My children, you should know that not everyone’s life is like this. Not everyone has a dad who turns cardboard boxes into houses complete with chimneys and mailboxes. Not everyone has a dad who pulls out amps and microphones and turns our living room into a concert venue. Most kids don’t have a dad who dusts off the sewing machine and makes capes on a whim.
This morning as I sipped my coffee, I watched him tearing apart an old hard drive, flanked by the three of you, each holding a screwdriver or a set of pliers.
Your lives are bound to be full of crazy. But based on the last eight years, it’s mostly all the goood kind of crazy with some crazy crazy mixed in. Not a bad deal if you ask me.
Happy anniversary.