Dad celebrated his 77th birthday today. I called him this morning to let the kids wish him a “happy birthday”, but he was so very grouchy. I felt guilty telling him I was about to fix breakfast and help Leah practice the alphabet. He was unaware that I was actually trying to get my “travel bag” together and get the kids in the car so we could drive to the house and surprise him.
I saw a doe and her fawn yesterday… Isn’t that crazy? They were just walking around outside the apartment parking lot. I think the driver behind me took a photo because he patiently sat there while I grabbed a shot.
Mom played along, telling Dad, “Wayne, I have a big surprise for you, but you have to sit on the sofa and close your eyes.” I could tell Dad was still in his bad mood since this morning. He had told me how much he misses us and wants us to live nearby again. I felt sad. But when he opened his eyes and saw the kids standing there, he was so overwhelmed and actually cried as he hugged them. I haven’t seen him cry since he had his heart attack over ten years ago.
Our visit was short, but great. Dad liked his cake and we ate at Fernando’s. Mom drove us to see her new house. It’s absolutely gorgeous and huge. I’m a little envious of Carlton and Rachel for being able to live with them, ha.
Cakes from this week: