my father was 32 when i was born. it seems odd, now that 32 is just four years away from me. i actually remember him at 35 or so, and it seems as though it was a few days ago...
well, today we celebrated his 60th birthday, and he seemed to be proud and setisfied of where he is, and of the way he got here. the family he and my mom built around them is really somthing to be proud of.
and again, here's for you, dad. 60 is the new 35. can you buy me some ice cream?
2 comments:
מזל טוב!!! =]
תודה, גבר גבר.
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