For Dad

I feel like this is becoming nothing but a birthday blog.

So sue me. No, don't.

I love this Dad of mine. This morning I was thinking of time after time when he has been my rescuer. And how do I sufficiently express my gratitude? It seems impossible. So I'm listening to Neil Diamond because it reminds me of him and wearing the pink Elvis sweatshirt that he brought me from Graceland and tears are rolling down my cheeks as I whisper prayers of thanks for this gentle giant. I hope it's a wonderful birthday, Dad. I can't wait to see you soon!