Feeling Great

It is my father’s birthday today. He is eighty one.

My younger one, Annie, was on the phone with him this evening. I heard her sing happy birthday to him up in her room. Hey, it’s a small place. Sound resonates.

And then when she was finished warbling I heard her ask, “Papa, do you feel eighty one?”

Of course, I couldn’t hear his response.

Then I heard her ask, “Well, do you feel twenty?”

Later on, I went up and asked her what he said.

She said that in response to her first question, Papa answered, “No, I don’t feel eighty one.”

His reply to her “Do you feel twenty?” question was this, “Let me put it this way…I feel great.”

Okay, you all know I love my dad and am so thankful that God put him (and Eileen) in charge of my upbringing.

But I think if there is one thing that he has that I hope to inherit (besides his big bucks) it is that. The ability to say “I feel great” and really, really mean it.

I hope that man lives for eighty one more years. Because I really don’t know what I would do without him. Seriously.