Happy Birthday Dad. You’re 79 years old today.
This day was quite difficult for me to handle last year. I was talking to my dear friend Erin, and explained to her how it would have been your birthday. She corrected me in saying it is your birthday. Present tense, not past.
And although it made me cry, her statement reminded me of something very important. You truly are always with us.
When I look in the mirror and curse my eyebrows, you’re there. When Emma’s ears go red in the sun, you’re there. When the kids come up with a “darndest thing” comment, you’re there. When we’re all together and there’s a lull in the conversation, it’s just your turn to say something.
You’re there watching over us as we sleep. You’re the little voice in the back of our heads telling us we did a great job on something. You’re the motivation to do better, and the reason we have pride in ourselves.
To put it simply Dad, you’re the reason for us.
And although you may no longer be with us physically, we know we have the best angel possible. Our Dad who knew all, and saw all, although he may have denied it, truly does see and know all now.
So, Happy Birthday Dad. I love you.
