For the blog today, I was going to put up a thank you to dads everywhere for Father’s Day, tell them to knock off work early, and show a sweet video of dads surfing…. but, when I was writing the thank you, I started to think about my own dad, Ken, and just how lucky I was to grow up with a great dad. Not a good dad, but a GREAT dad!
My dad taught me to swim, I liked it so much he ended up taking me to swim practice 5 days a week 2 hours a practice for 14 years, oh, and to meets on Saturday’s and some Sunday’s too.. he never missed one. Not one. Not ever.