Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Dad

Today is my dad's birthday.  He likes to say it is the 19th anniversary of this 39th birthday.  My dad is the youngest of five children - two older brothers and two older sisters.  He was a surprise baby - born when the youngest (at that point) was 15 years old.  His parents had just celebrated their 22nd wedding anniversary.  He grew up being close with both his siblings and his nieces and nephews.  We share hair color, eye color, a stubborn streak, and a massive curiosity in all kinds of things.  My mom would say we are nosey.  I prefer inquisitive.  I'm definitely a daddy's girl - since the very beginning.
 
 


Above are just a handful of my favorite pictures of my dad. 
(clockwise from top far left)
1. Dad observing the fun around him.  Most likely a family karaoke gathering.  Elvis shirt and all.
2.  Dad and I at my maternal grandparent's house.  I think I was three.
3.  My dad with his parents on vacation - the picture says 1964.
4. Dad and Mom on their first cruise.
5. Dad at Christmas.  About two years old there.
6. Dad on one of my uncle's horses in the mid-late 1980s.  He shared that love of horses with his eldest brother.
7.  My Uncle L, Dad, and Uncle J at our annual Christmas gathering 2013. 
8. Lastly, a school picture from 1962 or 1963.  Sweet face!

So Dad, like I said on Facebook, I wish you a year of lots of laughter, good music, and more happiness than ever.

Love, your favorite daughter.

I'm his only daughter.  When the first one is perfect, you don't try again. 

Monday, September 1, 2014

Thirty Two!

I turned 32 today.  That number sounds so strange.  As I age, I say it even more..."age ain't nuthin but a number."  But even still, 32 seems so strange.  Several people have said that 32 is the perfect age.  Maybe it is the phrase "old enough to know better but still too young to care."  Regardless, I'm going to embrace this new number. 


My birthday weekend was jam-packed with friends, family, and way too much food and television.  Being born on the first day of September has always been afforded me with a three-day weekend either before or after my birthday and sometimes, like this year, occurred on Labor Day.  I would say Go Mom! but since I was clumsy even in the womb, I was an emergency delivery and they really didn't care what day it was.

My life has always been full of awkward moments and, truly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

So here's to 32 more fun, crazy, awkward years.