Happy Birthday, Dad. Think about you every day. But you know that; Todd and I bring up your name frequently. We'll be toasting you with a couple of glasses of Dale's Pale Ale later today. Right now I'm drinking a cup of strong black coffee out of your mug- one of two mugs- (James has the other one) James and I decided to grab out of your dishwasher when we were leaving your home after your funeral- figuring you had recently chosen those mugs so that was good enough for us. Time does not make it easier. The only thing that helps is feeling that you are still right here in our lives, quietly cheering us on. I also make a daily effort to treat people with the kindness I saw from you- smile at a stranger, thank a cashier by name, be patient with the elderly, try not to sweat the small stuff... Realizing that every day is a gift. Understanding the importance of showing love to my family daily and cherishing our time together "These are the moments we will remember forever" I remember I had that sign hanging on our wall in our dining room in our old home- the one you knew- and we were all sitting together at the dinner table and I was feeling a little frazzled with the kids and you read that sign aloud and said, "They sure are". Every day is a gift, every moment is precious. Life is fleeting. One of my favorite authors says, "The days are long but the years are short". So my birthday gift for you today, I will be present in each moment, with each person, and be thankful. My tribute to your life, to try to live like this everyday. Happy Birthday, Dad, love you so much. Jesus, please pour him a cold one. Love, Jenn