Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my old man.

For all the times he's washed my car,
given me money when I needed it,
been a shoulder to cry on,
or just a listening ear when I needed to talk.
For all of the father's blessings I've asked for,
and all of the great advice he seems to be full of.
And of course for dealing with my stubborn attitude,
but loving me anyway.
I think the world of my old man,
and wish more than anything I was home with him to celebrate.

Boy do I love him,
and love being his littlest (not in size, just age) girl.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.

1 comment:

The Richmans said...

I think I could do without him being referred to as an "old man."