My dad’s birthday is March 18th. Today he turned 82. He really cannot believe it. It must be so strange to not have an awareness for how old you are. I ask him what age he feels and he usually sticks somewhere between 40-55. We video called with Debra and then with Denise – they were both at work and they looked so beautiful, my little sisters. I cannot express with words how much those two people mean to me. Man, I’m going to look like my dad when I’m old LOLOLOLOL I don’t have the wonky eye but I have the crooked nose and smile lines down the sides of my face. Maybe my skin will survive better than his, he never protected his face from the sun. He won’t cop to it now, but he smoked and drank too. Today he said he wanted a cigar. He’s in there alright. Shirley got him a TV Table haha and a new comfy sweater. I told him my presence was his present.
Happy birthday, dad – you are loved more than you know!
Today was my peaceful day, I had a lingering bad feeling after Amelia texted us that she had a fever. I guess that is a remnant of her going into full blown asthma attacks when she was little if she had a cold of any sort. I had a couple of moments of panic when I doubted a couple of things at work (turned out that all was well and I did everything as I was supposed to) so I settled into my drive out to my dad’s house, listening to music and enjoying the drive. I didn’t get as much sleep as I normally do, now I have an hour of sleep debt but I’ll get it paid off. But maybe that is why I let little thoughts impact my peace – I got it back, it was easy. But I can see how in the past I would have let that initial ‘bad feeling’ compound as they say. Be nice, stick up for yourself and be peaceful. Bye for now.
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