34 years ago today ago this guy became a dad. It's a full moon. It's Friday the 13th. And it's my birthday. I was born on a Friday the 13th. My mom labored for almost 26 hours to get me out. We lived in Germany. My parents were young. Dad says watching his own age increase doesn't make him feel old, it's saying how old his own kids and grand kids are that really hits him. Dad will now say, "I have a daughter who's 34, a son who's almost 32, and five grand kids ages 2 months to 4 1/2. Hmm, cool."
To celebrate my special day Joe and I enjoyed dinner out last night (delish) and today the kids, Hannah, and I will play at Jumpology. Doesn't every 34 year old play at Jumpology on their birthday?!?! Tonight my cousin will be in town and he's joining us for dinner along with my parents before we all head to the beach for a family reunion tomorrow. Seriously, I have all I could ever ask for:
But as Father's Day approaches this weekend, this post is about Dad. He's a good one.
The icing on the cake is that he's a great Pops too.
|I thoroughly apologize, Dad, for breaking the "I won't share this" rule. I had to.|