This handsome quacker, fresh from the salon, was casually paddling around the pond, looking for a Friday night date, no doubt.
If there is one thing I know very well about my dad, it is that he does not like to make a big deal about his birthday. He would prefer they come and go unnoticed. So, in honor of his wishes, I am not going to mention that today is his birthday. And because I value my life, I will definitely not tell you that he is turning 65 today. I will allow his birthday to go by unnoticed. Because I know that is what he would want. Nothing. Nothing at all. And it is not my dad’s birthday. Not today…
But, if it were his birthday, which of course it is not, then I would take the opportunity to tell him how wonderful he is. Tell him how special he is to me. How much I love him. How happy I am that he’s my Daddy. Luckily, it doesn’t have to be his birthday for me to share these things with him, so I will do so today, a day which is not his birthday.
I love you , Daddy!! And don’t you worry, I won’t tell anyone that today is your BIRTHDAY. Your secret is safe with me.
When I look out the window this morning, summer is the last thing that comes to mind. The sky is grey. It’s cold. Raining. Gloomy.
I am a lover of summer. I crave the heat. The feel of the warm sun on my face. Rob says I am solar-powered. I think perhaps he is right.
So here we are. The official beginning of summer. The longest day of the year. And it feels as though fall has arrived. Fall. At the end of June.
Luckily it is supposed to warm up starting tomorrow. Hopefully the sunshine will come back out to play. I miss him terribly. The warm season seems too short around here as it is, but I guess sometimes cold’s grip is just a little too strong.
I think I will spend the first day of summer curled up on the couch, buried under a warm blanket, good book in hand, hot cup of cocoa within arms reach.
Welcome summer. I have been waiting for you…
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness – and call it love – true love. ~Robert Fulghum, True Love
Happy 11th Anniversary, Rob! I love you more than you will ever know. Thank you for making my life so wonderful. I am grateful everyday that you chose me. Here’s to forever, My Love.
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~Henry James
I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. ~Terri Guillemets