It was a beautiful day to go to the lake. Kyle sat grinning in the passenger seat while his father cruised toward their destination. Today is the day I love spending, Kyle thought to himself. He couldn't help the grin that slowly was overtaking his once placid face.
"What are you smiling about, son?"
"Nothing. Just excited for the lake," Kyle slowly admitted, as he glanced over at his father. The man seemed to be hiding his own beam, but couldn't help letting it escape from his deep, dark eyes.
Kyle's father was an attractive man and Kyle admired this. Everyone had said Kyle had looked just like him, which often made his heart flutter. Kyle snuck another look at his old man.
Dave was the definition of masculine father. His tall exterior, complete with his sturdy frame was something to admire. His chest was wide and heavily spattered with dark chest hair. Kyle was often distracted by it. It was true, he was looking more and more like him by the year. He was twenty one, and resembled his father a great deal.
And today will be the day I will see, for sure, if I am just like him, Kyle thought to himself.
The car pulled up to their usual, secluded spot where the two had come every summer. They would peel out of the car, as usual, talking about school, work, etc. They would unload their light belongings and set up the tent; Dave with his sturdy arms and legs that beamed with sweat would tie and hammer in the tent stakes while Kyle would begin organizing the unloaded luggage. The commotion would finally settle and the two would cheer two beers as they gazed out over the lake as the sun glistened in the background.
"How have you been, Dad?"
