This is my current favorite photo of RH.
He had just planted four new trees
and sat down to enjoy a cold beer.
It makes me think of an Indiana Jones
who should be retired, but never will.
When he gets started on a project he just doesn't stop,
even though he should.
He still hops down from the bed of his
Ford F-150 Lariat,
though he's limping from that very thing today.
He volunteered to assemble two lattice pie crusts
on Father's Day for my chicken pies,
with all the confidence of a chef,
which he's definitely not.
He's fearless, even when I think he shouldn't be.
He thinks our four children are perfect,
and he's right about that.
Happy late Father's Day, RH, my Indiana Jones.
I love you, but please stop leaping
from the lion's head to prove your worth.
