So my old man celebrated his birthday yesterday, and boy, was it un-special. He opened a modest gift from my mom, a cheesey package from my sister, and a couple of cards from family. My sister and I put our money together to treat him and my mom to a joint gift that they won't be able to cash-in until March. And the only thing extraordinary about last night's dinner menu was that the pasta sauce was homemade, not store-bought.
Yeah, a darn un-special celebration indeed (we didn't even serve a dessert, per his request).
But you know what, that's my dad's style. No frills. No fuss. And especially nothing showy. He is one of the most simple and humble guys I know.
And because of that, my kids absolutely adore him. Because when they're around, it's all about them. My dad, who oversees an entire campus, puts everything aside - work, job, chores, projects, self - when his grandchildren are involved. It melts my heart.
I am so, so thankful for my dad (better known as Opa). I am so glad that frills, fuss, and showiness ain't his thing. And I'm so grateful to celebrate another year knowing him as Opa, the title that means the most to him. And I know that not because he said it, but because he shows it.