Happy belated birthday to my dad, who turned 54 yesterday. Now well into his fifties, he’s still going strong and kicks butt in the gym 5 days a week. I tell you this, I wouldn’t mess with him. That also applies to his youthful spirit; as he says, “you can’t always be young, but you can always be immature”.
I stayed in Atlanta this weekend but my mom made a special brunch for him today, and I’m sorry I missed it. Looking at these photos, you can see where my inspiration originates.
Happy Birthday pops.
