“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Yesterday we celebrated my Dad’s 73rd Birthday.
My Aunty baked the cake; a yummy fruity-combination of ginger, dates and some other flavours. It lasted about five hours, with only three of us eating it.
I do love birthdays in our house because we do the same thing every year: The lighting of the candles, (the do not come into the kitchen!), the turning out the lights, the singing and capturing of the candle-blowing-out moment. There’s the present opening, the big lunch my Mum will inevitably cook, and later in the week the box of chocolates – given as a present- that gets opened.
I asked my Dad if he was happy to be 73.
– “Well, yes, very happy, but I think I’d rather be 72, but you don’t really get much choice…”
So it’s a bad thing to be getting older?…
– “Well, not necessarily…”
Are you happier than you were 10 years ago?
– “I think I am yes..”.
And that sort of made my day really.
Happy Birthday to the kindest, smartest, most awesome Dad and Grandad a child could ask for.
The Colourful Kind 