So here I am, sitting once again in this chair I love, wondering at the time that has escaped me this week. At the beginning, I remembered my Dad's birthday and knew I needed to send something. Yet here it is, Friday already, and I never got anything in the mail. Yikes! I hate that I feel like that interminably on-the-run hamster in the cage on the wheel. I wonder what, if anything, I got accomplished this week and think that it's just lucky that I made it to the end. I'm exhausted!
Nonetheless, I want to celebrate my Dad today. I can't believe he's already sixty-nine and marvel at how the perception of age changes as I age myself. He is going to be young in my daughter-brain forever, I think. I love him more than I can ever say out loud. I'm lucky to have him and to have been raised with his sensibilities. I love the way that he gives to people, the way he looks for avenues to serve those around him. I don't want to analyze his motives, I just love that he does it. He's human, but he loves me. He always has made me feel as if I was the world to him, like he wanted to know what I thought about things. By his very presence and attentiveness, he made me believe that my words were important, that I had something valuable to say.
I honor him this day and many other days to come. Happy birthday, Daddy!
