Happy Birthday Papa…

Today was my father’s 67th birthday. You would never know his age for how he busily goes about his life.  This Princess of Maratouse and Mauritania gave him the greatest greeting of all tonight. She put on a grand show as if she somehow knew. “Hold on,” my father said as Maggie and I stood at my screened-in front door. “I’ve got to pee.” “You can use my bathroom,” I replied perplexed. “I can’t make it that far,” dad said quickly and whimsically as he went in the bushes on the side of my house. We both laughed and Maggie barked, whined, and barked some more! “Just what the hell is he doing?” Maggie seemed to be asking as she whined. She wanted my father inside ASAP. “Ah, I feel so much lighter,” my father said as he he came out of the bushes and walked through my door. “I was about to burst.” Papa finished his business and came on inside to birthday greetings.  I gave him a birthday card and a $50 Red Lobster gift card (so mom’s meal would be paid for as well). He said my biggest gift to him now is how I am and how I act. I'm sober, kind, lucent, and live a normal life – that was his best birthday present. I blushed. 
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