When I was little we had a darkroom at our house because my dad was the printer at his office. I used to love hanging out in the darkroom with him while he photographed layouts on the huge platform camera, then developed the negatives, sending them through the three different trays of chemicals. I've forgotten what the chemicals were, but when I was eight I could've told you everything about the process. My dad patiently explained every detail to me and showed me how it all worked. I was so interested in it all, but mostly I just liked hanging out with my dad and asking him questions.
To one of the kindest, most upstanding, patient, faithful, loving men I know, Happy Birthday. I love you.