Thursday, April 8, 2010
He's got a big, big birthday coming up.
I won't mention the actual numeric value of said birthday.
Because he might just pinch me the next time I see him.
But to suffice it to say, it's big.
That's my daddy.
Born in the deep South a, ahem, few decades ago, my dad's stories of his upbringing on a small farm could mesmerize my younger brothers and me. When we would travel back to Mississippi during the summers, we would often go to the land where his childhood home had once stood, stand at the edge of the pond where he and his brother would fish and shoot BBs at turtles. The concrete steps to the house still stood in their original position, stairs to the air of where the threshold had been.
The recipe for heroes.
Happy Birthday, Daddy. You're my hero. And I love you.