My parents visited us recently and my mother couldn't resist taking a photo of my father with my wife, our dog and me in our backyard. I didn't think much of the photo at the time and had completely forgotten it. Then the package arrived in the mail with a note about the nice pictures.
My wife, Wendy, saw my face and asked what was wrong and I told her the transformation was complete. Without trying, my father and I had struck the same pose and I realized that what I saw in the mirror every morning was no mirage. Each and every morning, when I look in the mirror, I see my father. I've asked my wife to warn me if I start acting like him and her only response is, "That would be sweet."
Belated happy father's day, dad.