World's Strongest Man

I can't recall if we celebrated Mike as fully as he deserved on Father's Day. (Impossible actually. Who could celebrate him as much as he deserves?) We'd just come off of a week of nearly every person in our family getting a violent stomach bug, so our energy levels were not yet up to their fullest. (Actually, my energy level has maybe not been up to its fullest since my first child was born 25 and a half years ago.) But we fed him something wonderful I'm sure, and he received plenty of cinnamon bears (both chocolate and non-chocolate covered), and we took root beer floats to Willow Park, so it must have been a decent enough day!

And here Mike is on a different day. He's the strongest and cleverest of all. He and I went to pick up this "septic riser" that we need for our tank. The concrete lid alone was nearly impossible to lift, so I saw no possible way we would get the riser itself (which must have weighed hundreds) into the truck. But Mike always solves everything. After a moment of looking about, he, with minimal help from me, began rolling it up a nearby pile of gravel (still a ridiculous feat) and then held it there while I backed the truck up enough that he could roll it in. I think he would have done well in World's Strongest Man competitions.