Friday, January 05, 2007

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today is my dad's 72nd birthday. We plan to celebrate with a gala feast of pizza and cupcakes. There are about 8 billion reasons that I love my dad, so it seems a little silly to enumerate even a few. But I'm going to anyway.

In no particular order:

1. Dad introduced me to baseball, which meant Tommy Hutton, the infield fly rule, the intricacies of keeping score, the last game at Connie Mack Stadium, 30 years of games at my beloved Veterans Stadium (including the last game), the first game at Citizens Bank Park, approximately 12 million moans about (take your pick) Phillies pitching/managing/hitting/lack of hitting. There were also approximately 30 serious discussions each March about how the Phillies "could win it all this year" (only one of these, in 1980, turned out to be true). Because of baseball and my dad, I learned that hope does indeed spring eternal, though sometimes you have to be slightly delusional.

Working on the next generation...

2. Dad has every scorecard from every game he ever attended. So do I.

3. Dad's love of all things Princetonian has given me the opportunity to shower him with orange and black knitted items - over the years he has received two pairs of mittens, one pair of tiger-striped socks, several scarves, and a hat with his class motto knitted in.

4. In 1990, Dad went with me to pick up Huw, the Welsh Corgi puppy I had picked out. This began a 10-year love affair between them interrupted only by my pesky insistence on Huwie living with me in the city. When I moved in with my parents briefly in the late 1990's, Huwie and Dad were permanently and joyously reunited. However, all animals adore my dad. We call him St. Francis of Assisi. Here's Funny, determined to be on Dad's lap, despite obstacles and common sense.

5. He is a good sport.

And a good grandfather.

6. On my mother's 70th birthday, she threw herself a huge party. When it came time to give speeches, everyone of course lauded her with much-deserved praise. Then she took the microphone and said, "Even though this is my birthday, I want to tell you about David. In 43 years of marriage, he has not uttered one single unkind word to me or his daughters."

That says it all. He is the nicest, brightest, kindest, funniest, most companionable father and grandfather you could ever wish for.



Blogger CurlyGirl said...

um, except for maybe 12 boxes of Heartland granola cereal?

Lovely, Diana, and so true.

Happy Birthday Dad!

1:15 PM  
Blogger Liberty Fan said...

And no one could ask for better Uncle. I still hear your deep and wonderful voice reading me "Winnie the Pooh." I sat for hours across many different moves that we made with my ear glued to a reel-to-reel tape recorder imagining Pooh stuck in the honey jar and Christopher Robin rescuing him.
Happy Birthday to you Uncle David. Thank you!
Much love,

8:42 AM  
Blogger diana said...

What? Dad made a recording of "Winnie The Pooh" for you? How interesting!

9:14 AM  
Blogger Liberty Fan said...

He sure did! We moved that tape across the country and back again.

9:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just read all the nice comments about your dad, so I'll try again to become a blogger (whatever that means).

David has been a pretty special brother, too - from the times we played "Mutt & Myrteley" to the dates he arranged for me with his (mostly)college friends, to our latest sojourns to the Phila Print Shop and Alderfers. Hurrah for a good birthday.

I've been secretly reading all your momogus messages for a long time, so I guess it's time to reveal myself and reply - they're great, witty, interesting, and full of new (to me) information. Keep it up......
Aunt Jane

10:38 PM  
Blogger diana said...

"Mutt & Myrteley"!!! What was that??

(I'm glad you took the plunge, Aunt Jane!)

7:30 PM  

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