Happy Birthday Dad
Awoke this morning to the year's first dusting of snow on the ground and a bit more of it floating in the air. I'm in the kitchen with four kids: two are my own and the other two are neighbourhood strays belonging, I believe, to the Lantz clan. I am brewing up a round of the foamy hot chocolate I make with the espresso machine and for which I'm enjoying a small degree of fame among the local 3-6 year old set. I have Tom Waits' Pony blaring on the stereo and we're embroiled in a bitter debate about whether Tom Waits has a beautiful voice (me) or an ugly one (them). A good dad morning and a good way to celebrate my father's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Dad!! Wish you were here or we were there. Have a great day.
I love you.