68

My dad’s 68th birthday was on Wednesday. Sixty-eight!

Michaela helped me make a pineapple upside down cake. When we were at the store getting the ingredients, she saw number candles, so we bought a “6” and an “8” to go on top of the cake. We took it to my parents’ house, where Michaela, my mom, and I all serenaded the birthday boy. When it was time to blow out the candles, Michaela said she wanted to help and my dad said sure, then lifted her up and they each blew out one of the candles. I didn’t have my phone so there are no pictures, but the image is burned into my memory.

My dad is not someone prone to expressing emotions through words (deeds, yes). But when I see him with Michaela, I know that he loves her so, so much. And it fills my heart with joy.

Happy birthday, Daddy. Here’s to many more.