Today is The Man’s birthday.
The Man is o.l.d.
Mr. The Man…happy birthday!
I’m sorry you have to leave this house at 6:45am for a “very important meeting” and there will be no birthday breakfast.
I’m sorry there will probably be football practice this evening and there will be no birthday dinner. I promise tomorrow’s dinner will be delightful!
When you get home tonight, I will have beer available for your consumption. And it will be the good kind, too, not the embarassing kind that I get when I feel like I’ve been spending too much money on stuff like candles and wreaths and such.
And I will smile when the thundering herd runs through my kitchen screaming Daddy’s Home!. It’s one of the best parts of the day. They love you so very much.
And I love you so very much, too. I really, really do.
P.S. Does it feel different now, being so old?