I’ve known Andy for 20 years, been together for 13, married for five. And of all the changes we’ve experienced and grown through together, getting to see him as a dad is the greatest, sexiest, most profound happening. Andy is an incredible dad. His Father’s Day wasn’t anything glamorous or glossy. (although, I read that while looking at the photo above and think, damn, getting to live among those mountains is pretty glam) It was actually kinda harried and pitted-out. …
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