|He looks extra sweet because he's holding a baby.|
Don't let this fool you.
I don't know if it was a radioactive spider bite, gamma rays, or the fact that he was secretly born on the planet Krypton, but this man has survived cancer scares, an aneurysm in his cerebral cortex, a stroke, and having me as a teenaged daughter.
Of course, I've known he was a superhero since I was a little girl. (Although according to a tape from that period I also claimed he was a duck.)
My father gave so much of himself over the years to see us well cared for. From him I got my dry wit, my over-use of eyebrows to convey information, a love of history, and an enjoyment of things that go boom.
I love you, Dad. Thanks for being my hero.