And he waits, he knows what is coming, or he would not have picked up the phone…
-Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…
He is happy. I can hear him smile. A toothless smile, a loving smile.
He hates growing older, he does not like people taking photos of him, it makes him angry. He says it reminds him of his age… the fact that he is not pretty anymore. Who cares?
To me, Dad, you are beautiful! I love to look at your face, and I know that one day, in a million years, I will regret not having looked at it enough.
I love you Dad, Happy 75th birthday!