Today is my Dad's birthday.
I don't think I can say how old he is since we weren't even allowed to celebrate last year when he hit a certain milestone.
Still, it's his birthday and to celebrate we're giving him and my mom our 3 rambunctious kids for an overnight.
I know, not quite the celebration you would imagine, but my Dad has always been the type of guy who would do unto others before he would himself.
Eleven years ago, my Dad was having another birthday and this one was another of those milestones and he didn't mind celebrating it. And he did, only he did it at our rehearsal dinner.
You see in our quest to finds a date and a church that didn't fall on an OSU football Saturday, we picked November 20. One day after my Dad's birthday. Only it was March and we didn't put 2 and 2 together. And he never said a word.
It wasn't until much later that I realized what we had done. He said he didn't mind, he just wanted us to have our big day and so on. I minded though. It was much to late to move everything so we ordered a cake and surprised him with a party at our rehearsal dinner. He was surprised and thankfully I now will always remember his birthday.
Which leads us back to tonight and me dumping the kids with him.
Our anniversary is tomorrow. 11 years.
Getting out to celebrate has always been hard for us since we had kids. My parents are really our only sitters and I know we're lucky because many special needs parents don't have anyone. My parents friends are taking my Dad out to eat Saturday night, so they gave us tonight.
My Dad was always the type of dad who put his kids first. It's probably why I married Andy because he's the same way.
Tonight, my Dad will watch hours of Scooby-Doo, listen to countless squeals and see his orderly home slowly come undone. He won't mind though. He never does. Even on his birthday.
So, happy birthday, Dad. I love you.