My Dad was born on this date in 1931, and not a day goes by that I don't miss him. I like remembering the little things about him, like how he enjoyed taking photos and home movies of us when we were kids. I recall pushing my doll's carriage around and around our living room in the Bronx (one of my few pre-Jersey memories) until I grew tired and bored of doing so, but no, Dad had to get that on film! Here's another photographer dad who gets the most of out his daughters (via Laughing Squid). With little cuties like that, I can't say as I blame him.