So today is my dad's birthday. And I'm so looking forward to the upcoming holidays when I can go home and see him and my mom.
But yeah, it's his birthday. And it's weird. The other day while going through all the Everybody Hates Chris episodes I had on DVR, I started thinking about my dad. The dad on that show reminds me of my dad, especially when I think about when I was a kid. Hard working. A little frugal. Funny. Active. Willing to help out anybody with anything.
Sometimes I wonder how he did/does it all. He cooked our breakfasts every morning-- eggs, grits, the WORKS. Made our lunches -- more works and two pieces of fruit. Had dinner ready when we got home from school -- something different everyday, but lots of vegetables. Had the yard work done, house cleaned, and paid the bills (before computers and online banking, when you had to go to the gas, phone, and electric company and stand in line) before my mom came home and he went to work in the evening.
Anyway, I could go on and on about my daddy, and his love, sacrifices, pushing me, and giving unconditional support always. But I'll end with just saying Happy Birthday!