When I was a kid sometimes people would call me “John’s Boy” instead of my name. It kind of bothered me at the time, as if I didn’t have my own identity beyond being an offspring. Today I see it much differently, and am so thankful that I am “John’s Boy”.
He looks like a strong man, with lots of character. (And that was a great way to process the photo).
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Thanks. Dad was both of those things.
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Lovely! … Both the photo and your comment.
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Thanks Liz, all the best.
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