Last year he chose to spend it with us, staying overnight, going out to dinner and coming home for cake and a few hours of domino play. And tonight, we're doing it all over again.
He's just a big kid. Aren't we all?
I lost my father 38 years ago when he was just 42. This past Monday would've been his 81st birthday and I can't begin to tell you how odd that sounds. I can't imagine him old. But then I look in the mirror and see for myself that I'm no longer the fresh-faced new mom I was back then either.
We celebrated our 14th Anniversary at The Angus Barn, just as we did on our wedding night and each year since. Tradition. Isn't it grand?
So tonight it's another tradition, celebrating with a lot of laughter and the rattle of many a domino clattering around and occasionally careening off the table onto the floor.
There might even be cotton candy. You never know.