Nothing delights me more than finding a stack of old pictures in a box while looking for something else. Earlier this summer, I had made it a goal to organize a guest room closet and found a box full of pictures that somehow came to my house when they should have been at my parents.
It was like stumbling on lost treasure. I was sure I'd seen the pictures before, but didn't remember them.
The above is my dad's 1965 little league baseball team.
My dad, of course, is at the top left, hands on hips, with his hat crooked.
I will always love this picture because if I ever needed a picture to sum up who he is, this would be it.