November 13 a day that has always been one of my favorite days of the year. A day where I look forward to trying to be the first to call him to wish him a Happy Birthday and a day that was set aside for celebration. Celebrating a day that my dad welcomed another year.
Wow, I had to really dig deep to find this photo. I know that I had it in my vast, endless black hole of unorganized chaos that I call my picture trunk!! But I found it, and this picture shows best the true love that is between a daddy and a baby girl. If my dad was around, there I would be, stuck up his butt, so close that you would have to pry me away with a crowbar.
Today I will quietly celebrate my dad's birthday by myself. Sure I will call, but there will be no great fanfare like birthday's in the past, just a plain simple call to wish him the greatest and happiest birthdays.
It's not happy, not the day I would of envisioned. My parents do not agree with something I did. Bridges burned over something so stupid, you would think that they would be proud of my family, but not this time. Instead of forgiveness being the greatest thing it turned my family against me. Go figure.
Anyways, Happy Birthday Dad, have a great one!
