August 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.
Your dad turned forty a week ago. I bet you think that is really, really old. You mentioned quite a few times that we needed to buy dad a walking stick for his birthday present. I thought forty was really, really old too when I was a bit younger.
What’s funny is that the closer you get to forty, the younger it seems. I’m sure you’ll understand this when you reach your third and fourth decade.
Thank you for being a part of dad’s big day. I think what made it the best day for him, besides the dinner out and the table decorations and home-made party hats and the trip on the aerial tram and the yummy little peach pies at the food cart, was that you were there with him to celebrate and laugh with and love lots.
Little Bird. Little Tiger. Know this: the happy part in “happy birthday” is you.