My dad is 83 years old today. I am 38. Growing up I always felt embarrassed about how much older my dad was than all the other dads- especially at the Daddy Daughter Dance; they thought he was my grandfather. It took me many years to get over the fact that my dad was so much older than me and now as a 38 year old, I think about how lucky I am to have him here. He has been blessed with the gift of years, something my mom was not afforded.
Our experiences inform our perspective and with one loss came a flooding of gratitude for what is. My dad is in relatively good heath and still offers up great nuggets of advice that will stick with me for many, many years. So today, this morning and this evening, we celebrate him- he certainly deserves it.