Back in my youth, I remember those good ol' days when my father use to take like 5 minutes just to take one single picture. You can clearly see the expression on my face on how "thrill" I was every time he wanted to take a picture of me.
Now, I would do almost anything to be the main subject of his eye again. It's funny how life works... sometimes we don't appreciate the little things until it is taken from us. My father would have celebrated a birthday this past Wednesday. All I could remember from his last birthday was the most genuine smile on his face when we were singing happy birthday to him with his very own ice cream cake. It was almost like seeing the inner child in him. If there is one trait I do appreciate that I have gotten from my father would be the joy of enjoying the simple things in life.. just like he did. Thinking back now on his last birthday, I always had the odd feeling like he knew that would be his last birthday. Regardless of the circumstances of his condition at the moment, he was always optimistic about it. " Next year's birthday is going to be even better" he said.
I love you. Happy Birthday Dad.
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