Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday.


What can I say? I have the best family and friends in all creation.


I woke to the smell of bacon and knew I was in for a great day. My wife woke up ahead of me and already walked our dog so I wouldn't have to get dressed right away to walk him!


I made my way downstairs and was pleased to see a few small wrapped boxes on the kitchen table. I pretended not to notice them as I accepted a big hug from the two of them already busy at work on a birthday breakfast.


"52" is a big year. Big as it has a connection with my son. "52" is what DC named their new universe right around the time he started getting interested in comics. They used "52" numerous times in Easter eggs on "The Flash", a show we used to bond over.


It's also how old my father was when he died.


I thought about that the other day.


No memory of my father, no matter where when or how, can be a memory of him older than I am right at this moment. I certainly don't feel as old as the image I have of my father. I don't know if I ever felt like a grown-up but that is the only type of memory I have of my father. Is as a grown-up. Any day now I could tease him and start saying: "Hey little guy". If he was still around.
Lunch is simple, but one of my favorites. Sausage with mashed potatoes and gravy.  I'm an easy date ;-)
The afternoon is mine to do with what I wish. Mainly I didn't want to have to do any housework so the family whipped around the night before. Not perfect, but tidy enough that I can sit and enjoy a game on Xbox free of guilt.