i remember being in awe of the way my dad could find the perfect rock, sling it, and make it skip across the surface of a lake. i counted eleven skips one time - and i bet that at 93 he could still get that many or even more.
my dad doesn't just get older - he gets better!
10.25.2012
skipping river rocks
a satisfying delight
find just the right stone
i have the perfect dad!
-karen anne
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