Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my Dad’s birthday. I’m heading up north to help celebrate. Oh we’ve got him some great gifts that I’m definitely going to post about later. Some awesome ideas for anyone stuck on what to get their dad/brother/husband/any-male-you-know for the upcoming holidays too.
 

My poor Dad has had to endure having a birthday before Halloween his whole life. Pumpkin and witch themed birthday cakes. Orange and black balloons. Miniature chocolate bars everywhere (resulting in sugar-high kids). Its a wonder that he ever took us Trick-or-Treating.
 

The only thing worse would be to have your birthday near Christmas, which both my siblings do. My parents would try to keep one room of the house “decoration-free” so that they could have the birthday party photos without red and green everywhere. And don’t even get me started on the consolidated gift-giving – “Instead of 2 gifts a couple weeks apart, I’m going to give you one gift now and call it a day”. Geez.
 

 
Wait a sec, this isn’t a post about them, its about my dear Dad. The leader of the pack. I guess he should really be called the ring leader, because he is always the one getting us up into trouble. He has the most mischievous grin, and you just KNOW that he ate the last ice cream bar and is waiting for you to go check the freezer and find out. Wrestling matches ensue.

He’s the best father we could have ever hoped for. He’s been our moral compass and is always there when we need advice (and usually its right on the money). So, its great to be able to celebrate his birthday, with a big cake, great food and lots of fun gifts that I know he’ll be just itching to use once he opens them.

And simply because it is one of my all-time favorite photos of the two of us, I give you the following:

 
Awful white sunglasses…check
Horrible Christmas socks (is this July?)…check
Scrunching up my shoulders like I don’t know about all this…check
And just look at my Dad’s stylish choice to wear aviators AND a newsboy cap.