Happy Birthday to the man that I look so much alike. Blue eyes, long limbs and round faces. Oh - we can't forget about the flat feet. Damn these flat feet.
Happy Birthday to the man who has cleaned up my projectile vomit and driven me to the hospital with broken bones and split skulls. To the man who fed me chocolates behind the nurses backs when I lay sick in a foreign hospital. And when it was needed, dropped everything to give me home where I needed it to be.
Happy Birthday to the man who taught me about the cunning ways of the ocean; how you always held my hand tight as the big waves crashed over us when we swam far from shore. To the man who sacrificed many layers of skin, and probably even more layers of his own dignity in tug-o-war contests just so I could have another ice-cream.
Happy Birthday to the man who spends hours after an evening meal talking over empty wine glasses and full bellies as the frogs croak outside the windows.
Happy Birthday to the man who sends me daily emails. Just because.
Happy Birthday to the man who drove 3 hours one awful night because I was newly single, heartbroken and scared of being on my own in a big house. To the man who knew how much my heart hurt back then and didn't try to fix it for me.
Happy Birthday to the man who taught me what it looked like to be a good, decent man; and when the time came on that sultry afternoon in Bali, held my arm tight as he walked me down the grassy aisle to my waiting husband-to-be.
Happy Birthday to the man who I have a million and one wonderful and happy memories with. Too many to share here. Happy Birthday to the man I am lucky enough to call my Dad.