Today is my dad’s birthday. I’m not sure how old he is this year (58?), but it’s fun having a daughter to celebrate a birthday with and a father to celebrate a birthday with all in the same week. I won’t get to see him for a few weeks, but still want him to know how much I love him.
I inherited my sharp wit from my dad. My strong chin also comes from his side of the family, along with my fair skin and the red highlights in my hair which have now faded into the gray… ugh. Claira inherited the shape of his eyes – and very often Greg or I will comment on the “Papa Baker” look she has just delivered to one of us.
He’s a good man. I love him and I am proud of him. Happy Birthday, Daddy!