Deja Vu

Just the other day, I plopped Anthony on my shoulders for the first time. He enjoyed it. I told Ann to take a picture of us.

Soon afterwards, I was reminded of a photo that my mom took of me and my dad with me resting on his shoulders.

Here are both pics, side-by-side:



My father died when I was 7 years old. I've made a promise to Anthony that I'll be around a lot longer than that.