I was inspired to find this shot after seeing Emily’s adorable elf shots. I thought, "Hey! I have shots of those ilk!" Albeit, taken easily 15 years before hers were.
And, it’s my Dad’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad! I know I really suck at card sending, but I still have all that personality working in my favor, right?
This photo was taken in my first grade classroom, in Monrovia, Liberia, in either 1971 or 1972. Yes, I lived in Africa for two years when I was a kid. My parents were missionaries for a Pagan Sun Cult, which explains a lot about me.
(Actually, that’s a lie. I just like to say that because it sounds so fun! Especially the Sun Cult part!) My dad worked for a telecommunications company that sent a team from the US to help set up networks in Liberia. And yes, we brought Christmas with us, by God.
I was chosen to be the narrator because I read above my age level. As if you couldn’t have guessed that.
The weird thing I just realized, looking at this photo, if you cover up my hair and hat, you’ll see a dead ringer for Coleman. I never really make that connection too often. Sometimes, my kids actually look like me.
And that makes me feel 99 percent confident there weren’t any hospital baby mix-up shenanigans afterall.
Love you, Dad!