dear dad,
last year on this day, i was with child.
which means i was without brain.
i have done this before,
{think your birthday is on another day than today}
and last year was worse because, well… i was with child.
mom told me that as you went to bed that night you were still hoping i would call.
and because i am an awful forgetful daughter, i hadn’t.
and i was the only one who hadn’t.
i had only sent you a text saying, lets talk,
but got too distracted to actually send it,
and what’s a text on your birthday anyway?
and last night when i wanted to set up a phone date for today the “big day” you said,
“yes, it is! i get to talk to my daughter!!”
{maddi is headed to chicago today and got a 10min phone call from the airport}
that’s what i love.
on a day that to most people is a day to focus on yourself
and either celebrate or commiserate your new age,
you, as always, are excited for family.
you may have only a few gray hairs,
but you are one wise old man,
and i love you.
and hey, look on the bright side,
now that you’re sixty,
you can get the senior discount
at the theatre!
