I woke up one day and realized time passed me by. I’d been too busy with work and the never-ending demands and expectations of this world.
I came home from work expecting my son awake and getting ready for school but instead the living room was still dark and quiet. Just when I was heading for the bedroom to wake them up, they both jumped behind the kitchen counter yelling, “Surprise!” My heart bounced inside my chest.
My wife said, “I got you the happy smile balloons cause I just want you to be happy all the time.” She knew me too well.
That morning my son played the piano while singing shyly, “Happy Birthday Daddy, Happy Birthday Daddy. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday…Happy Birthday Daddy.” His mom whispered, “He stayed late last night practicing and rehearsing that for you.”
What More Can I Ask?
I have a beautiful wife that loves me and my son dearly. She patiently dreams with me even if so many times those dreams don’t turn exactly the way we hoped them to be. She’s been with me at my worst and celebrated with me at my best.
I am blessed with a son with so much joy and pureness in his heart. A son who reminds me always that age is but a number.