Happy birthday Daddy! It’s hard to believe that an entire year has passed since we all celebrated your 80th birthday together. You were so gorgeous and lovely that night, and I will never forget the heartwarming speech that you made, bringing tears to your eyes, and mine. Those tears reminded me of a couple of other times:
When you said goodbye to me the first time I left for Europe alone (I was sixteen), and
When you walked me down the aisle, the first time.
I made it home from Europe (there were a few close calls, believe me!), and I’m happily settled and married (finally!), so now you can smile for me (no need for teary eyes now).
Today you’re eighty-one. You told me that you don’t want to do “anything”. But remember, Daddy, you have always told me to “enjoy each day to it’s fullest”. Certainly an eighty-first birthday is an even bigger reason to “enjoy” this day than usual, though each day is a celebration in itself (especially as we get older). Let Carol roll out the red carpets if she insists. You are so lucky to have her and she is a true celebrater of special occasions, so be gracious and have fun!
I hope you received our gift. I’m sure you won’t like it. You never like my gifts, but you know that I try, year after year, to get it right, and I hope that counts for something. It’s hard to buy the right thing for the man who has everything.
Daddy, I tried so hard to come to Vegas to see you today, but I just couldn’t make it happen. Please know that I am there with you in spirit, celebrating with you.
And again, please accept my apologies for making you eighty-one when you were a mere eighty years old. I will try not to make that mistake again.
Happy birthday Daddy. Enjoy your Pilates today and whatever else is in store for you. I miss you and love you madly.