Today is my dad’s birthday! He’s such a special guy.  He has a great way of telling a story, laughing really hard when a joke he’s telling is funny, giving caring advice, worrying too much (guess that’s where I get it from, eh?), and maybe the thing I love most about him is that he still walks me out to my car when I leave and stands in the driveway to blow me a kiss as I drive off.  Oh, and sometimes he’ll ask me to drive off slowly and tap my brakes so he can make sure they lights are working properly.  Also that he’s more obsessed with dogs than I am and we both agree that if we win the lotto our plan is to buy a big ranch where we can rescue dogs and let them roam free to run and play and cuddle up on lots of sofas.  Not sure why we both picture a bunch of sofas out in a field soley for the purpose of these dogs to lounge on, but hey, it’s our dream. Don’t judge.

We went to dinner last night to celebrate and I gave him the books I bought him.  Hopefully he’ll have some fun thumbing through them while he’s at home watching old western movies (he’s been doing that a lot lately).

Happy birthday, Dad!

P.S. Today is also the day we find out the gender of the baby!  Dad has unwavering confidence that it’s a girl.  We’ll see if he’s right!