Today is a very important day: it is my dad’s 91st birthday! He is an amazing man in many ways, and I tell him frequently that he has warped my perspective of what old is. He does not look or act his age. He still runs up the stairs in their house, so when people tell me about someone “old” who is 75 or 80, I think to myself, “That’s not so old.” This past winter Dad snowmobiled sixty miles in one day with my brother and nephew. He loves to be doing.
My dad was an Air Force pilot who fought for our country in WWII and the Korean War. I am mighty proud of him. He has always been a man of great integrity and honesty, who served his country and his family with self-sacrifice and courage.
I have many happy childhood memories involving my dad. He made everything fun, whether it was bedtime with guessing games involving bed time treats, or vacation times where he would take us to places that we kids would love. We traveled, explored, camped or boated every place that he was stationed. And he is still thinking of ways to bless us.
God has blessed my parents with a marriage that has stood fast, and this summer they will celebrate 65 years of marriage. My mom is a jewel, that excellent wife who has been the crown of her husband. They have had so much fun together all these years. I’ve posted one of my favorite pictures of them from the “early days.” My mom is still the beauty, inside and out.
So happy birthday, Dad! I toast you and honor you and wish you many happy returns of the day! May the Lord continue to fill your cup to overflowing!