holiday

mom & dad

Cami Kaos

16 Jun 2007 — 1 min read

I'm not sure what it is about it, but I love this picture of my mom and dad. 1974. The year they became parents for the first time. Back in the day. When shit was real. And my dad was really really hairy.I mean seriously, look at that beard. Look at those locks. He was one hairy dude.It's been a lot of years since that picture was taken. A lot of years. It has me thinking about life and time and the forces of good and evil. And how much I like a nice smoked trout.But those aren't the reasons I am sharing this picture with you. Why then? Because tomorrow is Fathers Day, and that is my father. And that gorgeous woman next to him, she's the woman who made him what he is today: Her husband. My daddy. My brother's dad. Mr. Kaos' father in law. K's papa.I always think on Mother's Day I should thank Mr. Kaos and K because with out them I wouldn't be a mother, so it only seems right that for Fathers day I should thank my mom too.So mom, dad, happy Fathers Day. You've been in this parenting thing together for a long time and you've done a hell of a job... at least I think so.

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