Happy 58th birthday to my dear, old dad. Father, I have been blessed with many things and most of them are thanks to you. So on this your day of birth, I would like to express my love and thanks (even though you have no idea this blog even exists).
However agitating they may sometimes be, your peculiarity and quirkiness provide endless laughter in my life. Just the other day, mom and I were discussing your constant need to make noise, whether it be beating on the steering wheel or making farting noises with your mouth. We laughed so hard I probably added years to my life.
You are passionate in a way I can only hope to be. Your dedication to and love for Larry's BBQ is unprecedented. The big "86" written in bright, red marker on the health inspection certificate isn't even enough to keep you away. Your love surely does not go unnoticed. It is clear by the greetings you receive by name as you walk to your usual seat and by the plate that was given to you upon your request so that you could "relive" your Larry's experiences at home.
You have a wonderful sense of humor about yourself. That time you repeatedly told Brittany to watch out for the work van that was parked in the driveway and then immediately backed into it yourself, leaving a large dent/scratch along the entire side of your car, you could have been angry with me when I told you that it was one of the funniest stories I'd ever heard. Instead, you took the jokes in stride.
Your thriftiness knows no bounds. Thank you for keeping me from spending all of my inheritance by not going to eat at that nice restaurant. Your fraternity brother that gave you the nickname Yarbroughstein was just jealous of how good you make those Sam's Club khaki shorts look.
Dad, you are one-of-a-kind. There is no doubt. All jokes aside, I thank God every day for giving me you as a dad. I hope that one day I can make my children feel as blessed and loved as you have made the three of us feel. With that I wish you a happy birthday and I thank you for being you.
However agitating they may sometimes be, your peculiarity and quirkiness provide endless laughter in my life. Just the other day, mom and I were discussing your constant need to make noise, whether it be beating on the steering wheel or making farting noises with your mouth. We laughed so hard I probably added years to my life.
You are passionate in a way I can only hope to be. Your dedication to and love for Larry's BBQ is unprecedented. The big "86" written in bright, red marker on the health inspection certificate isn't even enough to keep you away. Your love surely does not go unnoticed. It is clear by the greetings you receive by name as you walk to your usual seat and by the plate that was given to you upon your request so that you could "relive" your Larry's experiences at home.
You have a wonderful sense of humor about yourself. That time you repeatedly told Brittany to watch out for the work van that was parked in the driveway and then immediately backed into it yourself, leaving a large dent/scratch along the entire side of your car, you could have been angry with me when I told you that it was one of the funniest stories I'd ever heard. Instead, you took the jokes in stride.
Your thriftiness knows no bounds. Thank you for keeping me from spending all of my inheritance by not going to eat at that nice restaurant. Your fraternity brother that gave you the nickname Yarbroughstein was just jealous of how good you make those Sam's Club khaki shorts look.
Dad, you are one-of-a-kind. There is no doubt. All jokes aside, I thank God every day for giving me you as a dad. I hope that one day I can make my children feel as blessed and loved as you have made the three of us feel. With that I wish you a happy birthday and I thank you for being you.
