Happy birthday, babe!
Thanks for taking me to great places, like the smallest park in the world (see above photo), as well as spending lots of well-deserved weekend couch time on our butts. Sometimes watching movies that turn out to be total chick flicks.
Thanks for making sure we eat lunch on lazy weekends, even when lunch turns out to be mac ‘n cheese from a blue box or reheated leftover crab cakes. It’s still better than what I would have ended up hunting down when I finally decided I was starving and a bag of bbq potato chips sounds like a balanced meal.
You did not do a great job of slowing time down, since we are apparently just a few months away from our first anniversary as a married couple. I guess time does fly when you’re having fun, and we certainly seem to have a lot of fun in our lives.
You’ve been amazingly patient and willing as I spontaneously took on Project Doggy Boot Camp, dog-knapping Maya and logging at least 4 walks a week as we explore the streets of Poway.
You’re an amazing man and I’m happy to mark all these milestones in our lives along the way. Without you, I’d just be a crazy gal with too many dogs, cats, and chickens. I’d probably be hungry and cold, too, since I have the worst judgement determining whether or not to take a jacket with me. I love you bunches and I hope the weather gives you a clear, sunny day for your birthday. Something perfect for a motorcycle ride, perhaps.
Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. I wanted to have this up earlier, and I have nothing but excuses as to why it didn’t get done.
This weekend is the Miramar Air Show here in San Diego. I bring this up because my dad loves planes. As long as I can remember, there have been planes all around me – in his office, in our garage, in the house. Planes with motors, gliders with adjustable tails, simple planes with a rubber band to wind up the propeller. I remember winding up one of those rubber band planes a little too much and letting it go in a park. Who knew how far those suckers can go?? I don’t even remember if we found it.
My dad is a silent man, but he shows his love in his own way. I remember Valentine’s Day meant chocolate flowers left on the table after he went to work. My sister and I were spoiled with nice new cars as new drivers. My mom has an iPad so she can carry around pictures of her many dogs whereever she goes. I knew Travis was a keeper when my dad gave him a tiny remote control helicopter. That thing is still in his office and sometimes I hear it whirring around (and sometimes running into the wall) when Travis is supposed to be getting things done. My car is stocked with flashlights, wrench sets, and screwdrivers my dad has given me. And nothing speaks of love like sitting quietly as dog after cat after dog gets added to the menagerie. I don’t know how he does it.
My dad has never let me down. He’s always been there to support me and I owe him the world. I hope he’s around for many, many more birthdays.
Happy birthday, Daddy. I love you!
I suppose it’s fitting to announce here, on this mostly-food blog, that today is my mom’s birthday. After all, my mom instilled in me a great love of food. When I was little, she used to take the time to make teddy bear bread with me, something I’ve tried to recreate with little success. She taught me to only use the best ingredients and she has always put extra love in everything she makes.
My mother is one of the most generous people I know, and I’ve been blessed to have a lot of generous people in my life. She is loving and kind and funny. She also taught me how to celebrate your birthday all week long. She is a lover of animals; I suspect in a past life she must have been a patron something of the animal world. No animal in need will ever be turned away; sometimes not even the animals who need nothing. I love that she has endless room in her heart to love us all.
Travis suspects our fur-filled household is my mother’s influence rubbing off on me. He could be right. All my life I’ve been surrounded by pets and I never understood how people could grow up without them. My mom indulged just about every request I had as a kid – pet mice, rats, guinea pigs and rabbits. A brief stint with parakeets. Always dogs and then cats. When I was in college, we visited a feed store and she walked out with a baby chick nestled in her scarf. She used to really want a potbellied pig until she found out how large they really get. Travis has learned not to let me near a potential pet by myself.
We live in a house my mom owns, paying rent to cover the mortgage and property taxes. But she’s also indulged us with some pretty major house projects, taking the receipts as tax deductions for her “rental house”. We keep a guest room clean and ready for her, but her visits are always so short and quick. I have to plan very seriously for when she does fly in, because we usually only have one meal together and that meal has to be fantastic.
My mom used to tell me she was going to live forever. I used to think she was crazy; no one lives forever. Now she says she’ll be here into her 90s, which are happily many years away, and all I can think is that I wish she would live forever.
Today is my mother’s birthday, and I wish her every happy thought in the world. I know she will be well fed on her birthday and all through the week. Even though I can’t be there with her today, I know she is surrounded by people who love her. And I will call her to tell her how much I love her, today and every day.