My Dad was born on February 28, 1915, and last night, along with his soul mate of 71 years, my Mom, we celebrated his 98th birthday. His children, grandchildren and great-grandchild all gathered around for another wonderful year with Poppy. I don’t know of any of my friends who still have both parents. I am blessed.
Dad’s favorite thing to do is to have a glass of scotch every day. Ever since I was a little girl, he would come home from work and there would be a glass waiting for him. So we drank, and we toasted him. We raised our glasses high and we honored him. With a bowl of ice cream and a candle upon it we sang happy birthday. He smiled, Mom laughed and Dad announced that he only has two more years until he turns 100.
We are looking forward to the next two years.
My little secret: Celebrations like this should be shared. Dad has had a most interesting and international life. He always taught us that there are no limits to what one can accomplish. His encouragement has helped me to forge forward with my dreams.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!