America’s birthday is certainly a reason to pull the family together and celebrate but for us, even more important than that is my dad’s birthday. Well, technically his birthday falls on July 5th, but we celebrated on the 4th to enjoy the fireworks as well. We celebrated by having a pool party and grilling out for lunch and dinner; ribs, chicken, fish and duck. Of course, as always with our family, there was a ridiculous amount of food with dad cooking every last bit. He is the grill master.
I haven’t mentioned my mom’s progress here in a while, but man, is she doing well. She hit the 6 month mark and something just clicked; her short term memory is much better, she’s more alert, more aware and is just simply more like Brenda (mom and nana). So, at the celebration, she did really well the entire day. She even got in a swimsuit and dipped a little in the pool, which was a first since the car accident. At the end of the evening there were fireworks going off all around the house, so we went out back by the pool to watch. I stood there arm in arm between my sweet mother and my amazing daughter; three generations looking up at the sky watching the magical fireworks all around. It couldn’t have ended any better.
Happy 59 to my dad! You are the superhero of this crazy story. I’m so grateful and blessed to have such an amazing father and so very glad that you had a good day. You deserve this times a million. I love you to the moon and back!