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Happy birthday, MTB...
I'm not sure if they actually enrolled me or not
Today's my dad's birthday.
He's a whistler, my dad. Sometimes when he's coming down the stairs he whistles and drums a rhythm on his legs at the same time. That always makes me smile. He's known for funny comments and you can sometimes tell by his expression that he's got something witty cooking in his brain. He's an avid and diverse reader, often keeping several going at a time. He likes a good Diet Coke now and then and lemon meringue pie and devil's food cake with vanilla icing. He's a traveler.
A lot of this I got from him (except the witty and the rhythm). There's another photo that is still packed away that shows me as a 4-year-old, perched on the end of a raised bench and just about ready to jump into his outstretched arms. My face is lit up and excited and a little nervous. If you track my gaze over to his face, he has the exact same expression.
Happy birthday, Dad. And thanks for catching me still.
[note: resubmitted because somehow the picture got deleted from the entry]
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Reader Comments (4)
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That post made me choke up. Clearly, you did get your wit and rhythm from him. No wonder you turned out so well.
What a great post.
Thanks dear Annie: Fortunately for you, you got witty and rythm from your Mom. From me you got driving from Boston to Philadelphia for a 3 hour visit with your brother and sister, and then turning around and driving home without a second thought (we have lost second thoughts somehow in the evolution of the yeltneb gene that governs wise traveling decisions). The expressions on our faces in the "catch me, catch you" photo are the same because we must intuitively have known that at some point in our lives our positions in the picture will be reversed. Much love to you,
Dad
What sweet thoughts about your dad. You are an apple who has not fallen far from the tree.
Okay, now reading what HE wrote to you is going to make me cry. Awesome.