A Big Ol' Birthday

Of the many momentous occasions that happened during our float trip, one of the biggest was my dad hitting the halfway point to (gulp!) 120. On the one hand, if my parents are in their 60s, it really must be the new 45. On the other hand, my mom seems to have no qualms about taking advantage of the senior discounts at the movies. Yikes!



We had a peach cobbler celebration for Dad's birthday, complete with Cole's moving rendition of "Happy Birthday," when we were up at the cabin. My dad is awesome. He taught me to "take it to the hoop" and to (try, at least) to laugh at myself. He is my Louis L'Amour buddy, my long-distance car mechanic/garden expert/"how to do anything" guide, and the source of my love for country music. It is easy for me to understand what God's Fatherly love is like because I have a dad who loves me so much. Happy six-oh, Dad!