On Sunday, you will be turning 60, and I know you are not looking forward to it very much. C'mon Dad! It's just a number. I don't know anyone who had trouble with a birthday. I definitely don't know anyone who did something crazy just to make turning 30 a little easier.
Okay. Maybe I do know somebody like that. Okay!!! Maybe it's me.
Maybe a fear of birthdays that are multiples of ten is a hereditary thing.
Anyway, I know when I was struggling with 30, I tended to look back and only focus on my missed accomplishments and failures. In the midst of turning 30, I had a hard time focusing on the good I had done.
As an eye witness to the last half of your life, let me raise my hand and share with you something you got right.
In all my thirty years, never have I ever doubted that you loved me. You love me not for the things that I do or don't do, but you love me fiercely simply because I am your daughter.
I know that may not sound like a big accomplishment, but trust me, as the one who has had the assurance of your love, it's a big accomplishment.
The older I get the more I've learned how important your love was for me, and the more women I talk to, the more I realize how lucky I am to have your love and acceptance.
To be honest, I know you didn't have the greatest example to show you love, but as something only God can do, you showed me your love not only in words but in actions my entire life.
Your love and acceptance molded me into the confident and strong woman that I am today.
I could go on, but my words don't seem to do it justice.
Happy 60th birthday Pop! I know you've had many more accomplishments than the one I mentioned, but that one means the most to me. I love you, but even more importantly, I know you love me.