Happy Birthday, Dad!

Dad's birthday present is a Yamaha CP300 digital stage piano. It's a good one. We took the old piano to Grandma Frey's on Sunday, where it is now set up under the west windows in the living room. He's getting lobster for dinner, too.

I am not nearly as good as Dad is at posting romantic truths on this blog, especially when I'm trying to do it at work. However, he deserves the best birthday presents and the happiest birthday ever. Tellingly, he has already spent part of his birthday trying to figure out what to do about MY computer and MY cell phone, both of which need replacement. He spends too much of his time trying to figure out how to help the rest of us out of various predicaments, technical, automotive, financial, and otherwise. I don't tell him enough how important that is and how much I count on him to be there, never having to question whether he will be because, of course, he always is. I need to tell him more. So here's once, anyway: thanks, honey, for all you do, all you put up with, and even more, for all you are. Life with you is lots of fun and has been ever since I bumped into you on a dining hall porch late on a Sunday evening in Chappaqua, New York almost 33 years ago. Would I have guessed back then that you'd still be making me laugh now that we're, um, no longer as young as we used to be? Maybe not -- but I'm so glad we both took the gamble. Happy, happy birthday, dear, and may there be many more.