If my sister’s baby won’t come out to celebrate her birth-day, then I guess we’ll commence celebrating my father’s. This is the first time in about 13 years that I have been home to celebrate my father’s birthday with him. I took him to his favorite Chinese restaurant not far from the house. Not only was the food some of the very best Chinese I’ve ever eaten, so was the time I spent with my father.
Happy birthday, Dad! I love you very much.