Last weekend, we packed the car and headed to Creston for my dad’s 70th birthday. He’s one of those people who takes one look at his wrapped birthday presents and knows exactly what they are. But this year, thanks to the combined efforts of my family, my sister’s family, a few friends, and my very sneaky mom, we managed to surprise him.
But half an hour later, he was back in his usual element.
You will note that, while I tell my stories on paper instead of before crowds of people, I do come by the tendency honestly.
Happy birthday, Dad!