Eighty Years Young!

A man of eighty has outlived

probably three new schools of painting,

two of architecture and poetry and

a hundred in dress. 

Lord Byron 

I'm thinking that society's changes have

sped up since Lord Byron penned those words.

We could ask my Dad ~ he's celebrating his eightieth today!

And he knows things. Always has.

One of the best things about my dad is

that he's always learning things.

I love that about him.

And,

I love that he's an architect ~ that can take an open space

and turn it into some one's home.

I love that he 'grounded' me.

{Roots}

Put a good head on my shoulders, taught me to think.

Gave me a home, shared his history,

and let me know my life was mine to map out.

And I love that he let me fly.

{Wings}

As my kids leave the nest, I know not to smother.

Cause my dad trusted and respected me

through the good decisions and the bad choices.

He's a great dad!

And whenever I see a globe, a newspaper, golf clubs,

a Phillie's hat, a #2 pencil, a film camera,

a crossword,  the Thinker statue, puzzles....

I think of him!

Memories built from lives shared!

So, today, I wish him the happiest of birthdays.

Would love to be with him and throw him a HUGE party
{he's earned it after all!}

But blog love it is.

You're the best, Dad!