Today is my dad’s birthday. He turns 75 today, but you would never know it. He just spent the entire week renovating the house for him and mom. A new bathtub enclosure, new flooring throughout the house; now he is building a swing set for my niece. He is always busy. He jogs 4 miles each day, lifts weights, and spends hours in the woods, cutting firewood, hiking and even fishing. When he isn’t doing any of those things, he is either cooking supper or baking.
To say that my dad had it easy growing up would not be so. He grew up the second oldest of 11 children, in rural Newfoundland. Dad grew up poor. At Christmas, he was lucky to get even one thing, often something his dad made for him, or simply an apple or an orange; but he had one thing that all the money in the world couldn’t buy: loving parents. Dad’s mom and dad loved each of their eleven children, and provided for them anywhere they could. They must have done something right, because my dad grew up to be a very kind, loving person who we all love.
I get my ‘storytelling ability’ from my dad. He can sit and tell stories for hours. Although he doesn’t write any of them down, he sure can spin them. The most difficult thing about my dad is getting him to slow down.
Dad doesn’t like to talk about his age, he doesn’t want to get old. This summer he and mom will be celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. He already warned us about posting any notices in the newspaper or on TV.
Most people say that I resemble my dad, I hope they are right.
Happy Birthday Dad! Love You! By the way, That is me and my dad in the photo.