Today is my Dad’s birthday.
He is celebrating his 59th. The fact that this is his last year as a 50-something seems almost impossible to me. For some reason my parents fall into this category of being perpetually in their late 40s or early 50s. Which is ridiculous since I’m 35. If I’m getting older they certainly are.
But… they have this air of youthfulness about them.
For my dad it probably has a lot to do with the fact that he still loves to hunt. He still loves his rock ‘n’ roll. He just refuses to grow old.
It is pretty spectacular.
I hope that’s hereditary.
Happy Birthday Dad!