You know it doesn’t make much sense
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offense
At a day in your celebration
‘cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you
And I’m sure you would agree
It couldn’t fit more perfectly
Than to have a world party on the day you came to be
The 25th marked my father’s 57th birthday and as usual he took the low-key route. It’s funny to me how he has always been the stand-behind the scenes person, but always in the right place when you needed him. Most people are looking to party and celebrate another year on the planet, and my father treats it like any other day – he went with me to go look at a house, and got his license renewed. Whoever says humility is a lost art, they apparently don’t know my father. Happy Birthday (and many, many more), pops!
1 comment:
I've only meet your dad on a few occassions and he is so cool and laid back. Its sorta like I can see how you are going to be when you get older.
Post a Comment