Today is my Dad’s birthday, and it’s a big one. One of those with a zero at the end.
Milestone birthdays like this always inspire a little more reflection than normal.
When I think back over the years, it’s Dad’s consistency in the little things that stand out—particularly in the way he treats and cares for others.
He never missed a sports game, music show, or theatre performance.
Every Saturday, for as long as I can remember, he has cooked the family breakfast.
He always made sure we tidied the house before mum got home, because that helped her relax after a long day.
And to this day, whenever I call him, he always greets me with a cheesy grin and a “Hey Buddy.” And his words have only ever served to build me up; never to tear me down.
I’m beyond lucky to have him.
Happy Birthday, Dad!