Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today would have been my father's 78th birthday. Last year we celebrated his 77th at Myrtle Beach. We bought him a chocolate cake with chocolate icing that he enjoyed every meal Mom let him. We splurged and bought two '7' candles. I assured my mom that I'd use them for Zeke's 7th and the girls'. [By then, they'll probably be insisting on separate cakes anyway.]

So in this year of last things, we have almost made another trip around the sun. If I were being theologically correct, I would not tell Dad 'Happy Birthday' until July 3rd--the day of his birth to eternal life. But this day is the one I will remember because of all the May 4ths of my youth, and I'll cherish the memory that his last birthday on earth was spent in my little corner of the world with my little family including my son, another May baby, who is named for him.