senior year

dad's turning 60 in a little over a week. mum and i are whipping up something for him.

my pop's the simplest person you'll ever know. no vices. won't even wear the new clothes you'd give him. he'd rather take clothes with character (meaning the ones we've worn a million times already) and wear it everyday. if there's one thing he's addicted to, it's coming to my room at the end of the day, plopping on my couch or floor, and listening to stories of how my day went. he does it every night since i could remember. no fail.

he loves listening to stories. and he loves telling stories. i got that from him, i believe.

the uncomplicated person that he is, of course he doesn't want a celebration. he just wants us to hear mass together and he'll maybe cook a simple dinner for us to eat together. but of course mum and i think otherwise. and mum's excited like anything so she has this surprise planned in her head weeks ago already. dad's clueless, but i'm sure he won't be surprised that we actually prepared something. and he sure wouldn't mind because he never does when mum surprises him.

my dad taught us humility and simplicity, and he taught it through his actions. to this day, he has remained our model for manners, selflessness, you name it. i'm nowhere as perfect as he is, as some of my friends might know i could be quite, er, excessive:) but seriously, i try. and if i could be half the person that he is, i'd be the luckiest guy in the world.

 

happy birthday, dad. i might not be able to give you the best party money could buy, but i hope i make you feel special on your day and everyday. i love you to bits!