|We have a running joke in our family that this looks like Dad when he was younger.|
Well, LOOK whose birthday it is!
Today is the birthday of my favourite 46-year-old, my dear old father. He's been with me along all the way - he was there at my birth, duh - and he's just an Amazing Person In General. I love you, Papa. Maybe I'm biased, but he really is the best Daddy out there, and... well, I frankly don't quite know how to start this post!
Firstly, his faith is amazing, and he inspires me to be a better Christian. And then behind that, my Dad works for his family, teaches us piano, cleans the toilets, loves all his ten kids and calls Mama 'darling' more than her real name. (When I was a little girl I seriously thought my mum's name was 'darling.' Not joking.) He loves coffee and he plays piano like a seriously talented person and he loves God and he wears glasses and he's just the best. (I know, I should have used commas in this sentance instead of 'and's. But hey, you didn't know that "<3" was a heart, so let me.)
In the realm of family-ness, my Dad is known for his puns. Some of them are scandelously bad (Like if we're taking the ferry to England. "It'll be ferry nice"), others are tolerable (Like if we have lettuce for supper. "Lettuce pray.") and then there are other puns which are very good. I cannot give an example of those, because they are always so good no-one but Granddad understands them.
My dad is also known for his coffee. No, he says, I'm not addicted. Everything in moderation, he says. But yet not a day passes without a cuppa coffee. And it's always the same cups. Either that white cup with the bird on it, or either that small beige cup with the word 'coffee' on it - (you know, the one you got for Christmas.)
Also, one cannot associate my dad without thinking of his hands flying over piano keyboards. My goodness, I wish I could play musical instruments like my dad can - he makes it look all so wickedly easy. (He's composed musicals of The Titanic, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe and many other stories. Seriously, why isn't he famous?!!)
So dear Daddy, thank you so much for everything you do... thank you for watching Pride and Prejudice with me every year and for being a male fan of it. Thank you for not cooking (that wasn't sarcastic), and thank you for giving me embarrassing nicknames (that was sarcastic).
I do have some complaints, though - why don't you read fictional novels??? You're missing out on something so big. And seriously, don't worry about the shoes being lined up straight today, will you? A little mess in the hallway isn't the end of the world. (Repeat that after me.)
Happy Birthday, Papa!
I hope you don't get stung by seven (or wait, was it eleven?) bees, and that your fingers taste nice today and that you'll watch sssssssilly movies.
(Those were all inside jokes. None of you will understand, and don't ask. :-P)